#everyone is like a car on fire it just sucks
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western nights (pt. 1)
pairing: older!trailer park!jj x reader
summary: jj maybank knows he's too old to be messing around with a young girl like you, but he does it anyways
warnings: age gap, smut (fingering), that's p much it.
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jj was known for bein a sleaze around the trailer park. a two time felon who's doing his best to lay low by taking odd jobs around the complex so the feds don't come knocking at his door. you could catch him doing anything from mowing lawns to helping out the grandmas who's sons long stopped coming to check on them. girls came and went out of his trailer at all times of the day--clothes askew and hair messy.
but once he set his eyes on you, everyone else went out the window. he'd known of you of course, having grown up in the complex you're whole life but you were nothing more than one of many little shits running around in a little conglomerate of cheese puff fingers and sugar highs. he paid you no mind, maybe you were one of the kids he's bought crappy water pistols for, maybe not. one summer though, one summer he's on your lawn fixing your car because your mom asked, and there you were-- sitting pretty on your lawn chair reading some trashy book in what he thinks is the smallest dress he's ever seen.
the two of you lock eyes and from then on he's always finding a reason to sniff around you.
each time you pass by jj's place he lets out a whistle, sayin "wish the girls looked as good as you when i was that age." and you just roll your eyes and keep walking. he always finding something to fix around your house and your mom becomes more and more enamored with him not noticing he only has eyes for you.
it all comes to a head during a birthday party--your mom's to be exact. the whole little block is drinking, kids running around, barbecue in the air but you're sitting across from him in his too hot trailer trying to wrangle a beer out of him.
"you even old enough to drink yet? you still got one baby fat on ya." he pinches your cheek and you smack him away with a scoff, leaning over with your hands on either sides of his hips on the couch
"does it matter? you're gonna give it to me anyways." the little pout on you face makes his dick twitch in his jeans, and he makes no effort to hide his growing erection.
"nuh uh little girl, gonna need to see some i.d." you squeak when he pats your ass to 'search' for your wallet, fingers dancing at the hem of your denim skirt and sliding up you shirt to cup your breast, "feels like you're old enough to me."
your eyes flutter shut when he swipes a calloused thumb across your nipple, a tiny hmph of pleasure works it's way past your lips when he pinches the soft flesh.
the beer is quickly forgotten when he lifts your shirt off, wasting no time in getting his mouth on you--licking the sweat from the valley of your breasts and sucking on your neck as you move to sit on his lap.
"should we even be doin this? y'know my mama's realll sweet on you." you pull away from him but make no move to leave.
jj just scoffs and waves it away, running a hand through his blonde hair in irritation, "lots of women are, nothin new, been this way as long as i can remember but it never mattered to me much."
you can tell he wants this conversation to be over, his eyes raking over your body and his fingers tugging at the button to your skirt even as you cross your arms in front of you, "if she finds out we're fucked."
he shrugs, "then don't let her find out."
that's all you need to continue, letting him capture your lips with his, his rough hands travel over your soft skin, stoking the fire building steadily inside of you. despite your veneer of coolness, he can feel your pulse throbbing in your neck under his palm.
"you scared of me or somethin?" his voice is raspy when he whispers against your jaw.
you whimper in reply, "n-no?" even you notice you don't sound too sure--maybe there's a little fear despite your flirting. you wanted to be good for him, you wanted him to like you.
he looks like he doesnt believe you, but he lets it go.
"then get over here." jj yanks you back towards him until your face was tucked into his neck. he doesn't even bother taking your skirt off, just hikes it up and tugs your panties down with a smack on your ass until they're sitting right below the swell of the soft flesh.
the moan that leaves your lips when his fingers graze your clit is almost pornographic, you hadn't even realized how wet you were until you heard the slick sound of his fingers plunging into you with ease. he was obviously skillful, he found that sweet spot inside you with no problem, rubbing it in time with the thumb on your clit while you squeaked and squirmed against him, completely overwhelmed by pleasure.
you were slick and dripping down his palm, doing your best to squirm away from the assault on your pussy but he wouldn't let you, chasing after your thrashing hips and letting out a soft grunt when you sink your teeth into his neck. the way he used his fingers should be a crime--scissoring them open and slowly dragging the pads down your front wall just to hear you mewl like a kitten at the feeling. the thumb on your clit still rubbing in quick, confident circles and he could tell by the way it swelled and throbbed that you were close.
"bet those little boys never made you feel like this huh?" he laughs at you whining response, the answer is extremely apparent by the sound of your growing wetness--your high pitched keen drowned out by the sloshing of your pussy, "there you go sugar, just let it all out."
you choke out a moan and drench him, pussy locking tight around his knuckles as you pulsed, squirting your release all over his lap. there was no way he had you feeling like that just from fingering but here you were, pulse rushing in your ears as he got your clothes back right, sitting you on the couch with a kiss on the forehead as he left to go change seeing as though you soaked his jeans.
when he comes back he lets out a chuckle at the sight of you still sitting there dazed and he finally gives you that beer, "get yourself together aight?" i'll see you back out there.
it takes you almost 20 minutes to finish the beer, still trembling and pussy aching with the need to be filled. you finally step outside, eyes hazy and brain turned to mush when you notice you don't have your panties on.
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nobody will make you feel less heard than ur fellow employees who could care less abt what ur saying unless they need u to do something ASAP
#work makes me feel so so so so so so so sad and panicked when i ask a 2 part question and they just do not respond to me at all#like please i can't get anything done until u answer this question. we are both just standing here!#everyone is like a car on fire it just sucks
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Needy
Summary: Your mother asks why you haven't given her grandbabies. You tell her you are not ready for that yet but it turns out Yoongi likes the idea very much
Paring: Yoongi/Reader
Word Count: 5K
Rating: M/18+
Tags: Boyfriend Yoongi, Mother daughter relationship that kind of sucks, needy subby Yoongi, soft Dom reader, dirty talk, reader calls him kitten and baby boy, jerking off, sucking off, pregnancy kink, flirting, second hand embarrassment, Yoongi can't get his erection to go down so reader helps, deep throating, face fucking.
Authors Note: The horny demon possessed me again.
Also this picture 🔥🔥🔥
“Yoongi there is a spot right there!” You say
“Can’t park in front of a fire hydrant babe.” He replies, eyes scanning the street
“Okay, what about there!”
“Park next to a Tesla? Absolutely no way.” He says, turning down a side street, eyes still focused trying to find the right parking spot.
“Yoongi please can we just pick a spot?” You ask balancing the meat and cheese tray you brought on your lap and scanning the street.
He smiles at you and turns the car down another street and you see you are getting further away from your parent’s house.
“Or are you being picky because you don’t want to go?” You ask with a teasing tilt to your voice which has Yoongi placing a hand over his heart in mock hurt.
“How dare you Y/N. You know I love going to these extravagant giant parties your mom holds.” He jokes as he turns down another street and begins to search for more parking.
You roll your eyes but can’t help the smile that appears on your face.
“Not sure why you are complaining Yoongs my mom looooves you.” You tease as he scowls and finally finds a spot that seems good enough for him to park his sleek black car into
You can’t help but laugh at his reaction.
But what you said was true.
You had been dating Yoongi for a year now and your mom absolutely adored him. She doted on him whenever he came over and always reminded him how he was her favorite son-in-law (he was her only son-in-law as it was just you and your brother as her kids)
Her relationship with you was much more…complex.
She was a perfectionist in everything she did and while it was impressive it could also be annoying when she expected everyone to be just like her.
You, being the only daughter meant she often criticized you, wanting you to be as perfect and ladylike as her.
This perfectionism shone during her parties. Your mom loved to host parties. Every small gathering got blown out of proportion so she could throw a massive get-together. She would go all out with decor and found herself happiest when she was planning something.
Your grade eight graduation was supposed to be a small gathering of family and it turned into a block party.
Your high school grad was worse as she tried to invite your whole class which you shut down real quick.
You took out your phone and frowned to see your brother finally respond to your text about the party.
“Michael is out. Says his wife and kid have food poisoning.” You say to Yoongi as he finally gets the car in the spot and throws it into park.
You grumble and type back a message as Yoongi chuckles beside you.
“Can’t we tell your mom we have it too?” He jokes as you lightly smack his arm and undo your seatbelt to step out of the car.
Yoongi follows suit and comes around to your side of the car, ever the gentleman holding out his hand so he can help you over the grass which is still slightly damp from yesterday’s rain storm.
It didn’t help you were wearing three-inch heels and a flowy pale blue sundress with small flowers embroidered on it.
You struggled to balance the huge tray of food as Yoongi grabbed your elbow to help steady you over the grass.
“So who are we celebrating again? Alessa and Jonathan right?” He asks pushing his soft brown hair away from his face and smiling down at you.
“Yeah it’s their second child so my mom thought to throw a small gathering.” You say snickering as you walk past the parade of cars that have taken over the whole subdivision.
“Ah, so a small gathering with your cousin’s closest friends got it!” Yoongi teases.
You finally make your way to the driveway and look up in time to see the door being thrown open by your mother who is standing there in a soft white sundress, her hair was curled in her signature style and she had her hands on her hips as you approached.
“Hey, mom.” You say leaning in for a sideways hug as you don’t want to knock the tray in your hands.
“Oh honey, what is with the hair up hmm?” She says signaling to your ponytail which was hanging down your back.
“This is a party I thought you’d wear your hair down for once.” She says with a frown as you fight the urge to roll your eyes.
Before you can respond her eyes land on Yoongi.
“Oh let me take a look at my handsome son-in-law!” She squeals as she wraps Yoongi in a hug and you bite back your laugh as she grabs his arm and brings him into the house.
You head to the kitchen and set the tray down amongst all the food as you hear your mom talking Yoongi’s ear off in the dining room.
You pull out your phone to respond to your brother’s text as you let your mom talk to Yoongi.
Once you decide Yoongi has suffered enough you slip your phone back into your purse and walk to the dining room to loop your arm through his.
He shoots you a grateful look as your mom is still chatting, oblivious to the whole thing.
“Mom, where is Alessa? I have a small gift for her.” You ask cutting your mom off her tangent as her eyes finally lock on yours.
“Oh I didn’t even see you come over dear Yoongi and I were just chatting oh… well of course let's get you to the party girl!” Your mom giggles as she leads you out the sliding door and to the expansive backyard.
Yesterday’s rain luckily blew through in time for today to be beautiful. The sky was bright blue with small whispy white clouds scattered throughout. The air was warm with a slight breeze that ruffled your dress as you walked over to the gazebo where the party was being held.
The party girl in question was your cousin Alessa who was lounging on a chair by the pool which your parents opened early for the party.
It was heated anyway so it didn’t matter that it wasn’t blistering hot outside people were enjoying it regardless.
Luckily for you (and Yoongi) someone grabbed your mom’s attention and she was off before you even had a chance to say another word to her.
“We could leave right now and no one would know,” Yoongi mutters in your ear as you shake your head and head over to Alessa.
“Hey!” You greet her as you take in her appearance. She is wearing a flowy red dress and her hands are wrapped around her stomach instinctively, her husband Jonathan waves from the pool where he is teaching their four-year-old daughter how to swim.
“Hi! Oh, I’m so sorry I seriously can’t get up right now your mom had me greeting like fifty different people and I’m exhausted.” She tells you as she swings her legs over the side of the lounge chair to side sideways and you wrap her in a hug.
Your cousin Alessa is three years older than you and absolutely glowing. Her first pregnancy was rough on her so when she announced she was pregnant again the family worried about her. Luckily this time around she seemed to have a much easier time and you were happy about that.
Yoongi shot her a small wave as you dug through your purse to pull out the card you got her. She beamed when you handed it over and patted the seat beside her so you could sit down.
Yoongi took the small folding chair next to her and the three of you chatted.
Party music filled the air and the atmosphere was warm and welcoming. You took your time catching up with your favorite cousin as Yoongi listened on nodding occasionally.
Jonathan got out of the pool with Millie on his shoulders and plopped her down right next to her mom. Alessa laughed when Millie climbed on her lap and got her dress soaked with pool water, you scooted over to give the four-year-old some room
“Yoongi good to see you, man.” Jonathan greeted as he patted Yoongi’s back.
“So your mom said this was going to be a small party?” Jonathan said with a grin as his arm swept the area to show how many people turned up.
“I don’t know if they even know it’s for me!” Alessa said with a laugh.
“I don’t mind though good food and good company. I don’t want to be the center of attention anyway. Remember your high school graduation?” She teases as you cover your face with your hands and groan.
Your mom made you wear a bright pink sash that said High School Grad on it and paraded you around the whole party. You were so embarrassed.
“Don’t remind me!” You groaned as Yoongi laughed.
Her ears must have been ringing because suddenly your mom appeared at Jonathan’s side holding a platter of watermelon. She put it down in front of Alessa and smiled at your small group.
“There’s tons of food inside if anyone wants any. Yoongi made a beautiful meat and cheese tray.” Your mom gushes as you fight the urge to once again roll your eyes.
“Actually Y/N made that. I was working late last night so didn’t have a chance to help.” He corrects as you look up at him with a small smile on your face.
“Yoongi you work too hard! Always these late nights! Make sure you take care of yourself too. Don’t want to overwork.” Your mom comments as you reach for a piece of watermelon ignoring the way she didn’t say anything about you making the tray.
It doesn’t matter anyway, you stopped trying to get recognition from her years ago.
“And how’s the baby?” Your mom asks turning to Alessa who is sipping a drink and jostling Millie in her arms to get her more comfortable.
“Good! Kicking a lot today but I think it’s just because of the food. I ate that spicy nacho dip.” She says patting her swollen belly.
“Ah yes, when I was pregnant the first time I craved all spicy food all the time. Her brother was a menace with the kicks.” Your mom responds with a teasing smile as she shoots you a look you know all too well.
You brace yourself knowing the words that will come out of her mouth next
The question she has been asking ever since you brought Yoongi home for the first time.
“So Y/N when are you giving me grandbabies?” She asks turning to face you and staring between you and Yoongi.
Poor Yoongi had never experienced her questioning firsthand and nearly choked on his drink at her words.
You sighed.
“Mom I told you we aren’t ready yet.” You say as you reach for another piece of watermelon hoping she will drop the subject.
“Yes, but honey your father and I aren’t getting younger you know. We want to be grandparents before we pass away!” She says loudly drawing the attention of the crowds standing close by.
Shit.
“I know Mom just not right now okay? I promise you will have grandkids…someday.” You say keeping your answer vague.
“Come on you would look adorable pregnant and we could go shopping and pick out clothes oh! It would be so fun to be a grandmother!” Your mom continues to gush oblivious to your embarrassment and the way Yoongi’s cheeks are stained bright pink and how he won’t stop staring at the floor as if it is the most interesting thing in the world.
“Mom stop! You’re embarrassing Yoongi and I.” You respond trying to cut off her tangent.
“Think of all the money you will save!” Your mom continued, not bothering to listen to what you were saying.
Embarrassment floods your veins as you are stuck in your spot next to your cousin who looks just as horrified as you feel waiting for your mom to stop talking so loud and attracting so much attention.
“Mom stop! Kids are expensive we won’t be saving money.” You hiss standing up trying to get her to stop talking.
Your eyes flick to Yoongi who looks mortified.
“Well yes, but you will be saving money. Protection is so expensive nowadays not having to buy condoms anymore will save you so much money! Plus it will give me grandbabies.” She coos.
You stare at Yoongi in shock as he closes his eyes and buries his hands over his face. You close your eyes and try to think of a way to tell your mom to shut the hell up without sounding so rude.
Your saving grace comes in the form of your father who enters the scene and whispers something in your mom’s ear shutting her up instantly.
“Oh, my friend Melanie is here! Oh, I must go say hi I haven’t seen her in over two months!” She exclaims as she quickly turns and hurries to the front door to greet her friend.
You are still frozen in shock not daring to look around at the group of people who you feel are staring you down.
“Um wow,” Alessa says breaking the uncomfortable silence as you finally lift your head to see everyone has pretty much moved on and is talking amongst themselves again.
You stare at Yoongi who is a brilliant shade of red and still staring at the floor.
“I have no words. Please tell me that didn’t actually happen. My mom told me not to use protection in front of a crowd.” You whine out as Alessa rubs your back.
“I am so sorry but it did happen. And it was wild.” Jonathan says as you look at Yoongi who is still not saying anything but is squirming in his seat.
“Yoongs you okay?” You ask as he slowly sips his drink and nods at you, still looking super uncomfortable.
Millie decides to wake up at that moment and wants to play so Jonathan takes her out to the grass beyond the patio and pool where lawn games are set up.
Another cousin shows up and the conversation switches to girl talk as you try to push down your embarrassment from earlier.
After five minutes Yoongi stands and squeezes your shoulder telling you he is going to use the washroom and will be right back.
You stand to give him a peck on the cheek as you sit back down to continue your chat, slowly sipping your drink and people-watching.
You get so lost in the conversation you hardly notice Yoongi isn’t back yet but when Jonathan comes back with Millie you look around to realize Yoongi is nowhere to be seen.
“I’m gonna go inside and grab some food.” You tell your cousins as you push yourself up from the chair and walk over to the sliding door cracking it open and entering the quiet house, the noise from the party instantly muted.
You walk to the bathroom on the first floor to see it is free which means Yoongi must be using the upstairs one.
You kick off your heels as you make your way up the hardwood steps, bare feet silent on the floor.
You see the door is closed and you snicker before lightly knocking.
“Occupied!” Yoongi’s voice rings out as you smile.
“Yoongs it’s me.” You reply and you hear him rush to the door and throw it open. He grabs your arm and drags you inside the bathroom shutting the door with his foot and pinning you up against the vanity.
“Yoongi!” You exclaim as his lips find yours and he kisses you with such passion it steals your breath from your lungs.
His hands are holding your hips steady as he ruts into you, his body pushing against yours with such force the countertop bites into your skin.
“Yoongi baby. What’s going on?” You ask breathless as his lips move down to your neck and begin to suck and bite at the skin. His hands frantically rub your sides as he continues to grind his crotch into you.
“Need you. Fuck need you so bad.” He begs as he pulls the straps of your dress down to get more access to your skin and you throw your head back and moan.
His lips are hot against your skin and he is rutting into you in a way where you can feel the full length of his bulge pressing into your core. His hands grip your hips as he fucks into you with force which has your back arching and moans falling from your mouth.
You are in a lust-filled haze as Yoongi’s fingers trail up the slit in your dress, his fingers teasing the inside of your thighs you are about to open your legs and give him what he wants when you hear the sliding door open downstairs and you freeze.
Someone is in the house.
Yoongi doesn’t seem to hear it as he sucks a harsh mark on your neck and you put your hands on his chest to push him back as you hear footsteps downstairs.
“Yoongs we have to stop so-someone is in the house.” You say breathless as he finally looks up at you and you gasp.
His eyes are blown wide and so dark they are almost black. His tongue darts out to wet his swollen lips and his hair is a mess atop his head.
Yoongi lets out a whine and steps forward as you strain to hear if someone is still in the kitchen downstairs. He brings his head to your shoulder and begins to nuzzle your skin, small moans leaving his mouth.
“Yoongs baby what has gotten into you?” You ask softly petting his hair and trying to flatten it as his tongue darts out to lick at your skin.
“I got hard. So fucking hard so I came up here to see if I could make it go away and it won’t fucking go away.” He whines as he rolls his hips into yours giving you delicious friction against your core.
“And you thought furiously making out with me would make it go away?” You tease as he whines loudly against your skin and continues to rut against you desperately. His body still caging you in as he looks up at you through thick lashes and sticks his bottom lip out in a pout.
“I’m so horny and I tried everything to get it to go down but I’m so fucking hard. I didn’t jerk off because…well it’s weird to jerk off in my girlfriend’s parents’ bathroom but baby I’m so fucking horny. It won’t go away.” He whines softly still pouting as his lips come to find your neck once again and he delivers you soft kisses.
You hear the screen door close and you let out a sigh as you push him back from you once more.
“Yoongs baby what got you so horny? You fucked me last night remember?” You say blushing at the memory of you riding him and how good he felt stuffed inside of you.
“Don’t remind me, please. We want this to go away not get harder.” He begs as he buries his head into your chest and lets out a frustrated sigh.
You let out a soft laugh and rub his back affectionately.
You can still feel his cock pressing against your core and you reach a hand down between your bodies to stroke him. He closes his eyes and bites his lip to keep from moaning.
“What got you so horny Yoongs hmmm? My baby boy usually isn’t so desperate.” You say taking on the dominant role as Yoongi’s body seems to soften into yours.
Even though he likes being dominant you find he equally likes being subby and being your baby boy.
“Please don’t freak out.” He says in a small voice as you remove your hand from his cock to stroke at his hair.
The sliding door opens again downstairs and you continue to comfort him.
“Tell me, baby boy. What has my kitten all worked up?” You ask as he flutters his eyes closed and buries his face into your shoulder whining.
“Talking about you being pregnant. At first, I was horrified your mom would bring it up. But then. Thinking of you. Dripping with my seed. Pregnant with my child. All swollen and big… all because we fucked. And fucking you without a condom. God Y/N.” He whispers out as he starts to rut his hips into you again, pushing his cock into your hip and making you bite back a moan.
He ruts against you as you stroke his hair and give him soft kisses to his temple.
“I need to cum so bad, I don’t think my cock is ever going to go down.” He whimpers as he holds you steady and continues to grind against you. His greedy hands rubbing at the bare skin of your arms.
“So you have a pregnancy kink?” You question as he stills his movements to look up at you with lust-blown eyes.
“Yes? No? I don’t know I just know the thought of fucking you, filling you with my cum is making me painfully hard. Help. God, please touch me. Please do something. I can’t go back to the party like this.” He whines desperately as he captures your lips in a heated kiss.
His body is flushed against yours and his hands trail up and down your arms. You feel your core throb at his words as he continues to grind his hips into yours harder, desperate to seek some relief for his aching hard-on that is still trapped in his tight pants.
You part your legs to give him some room and he slots his bulge perfectly against your core. You let out a whine against his lips when he grinds into you frantically, practically humping your leg in the process.
“Want me to jerk you off baby boy? Make you cum around my fist?” You ask as he nods and bites his lip.
You pull away to reach between your bodies to undo the button of his jeans. When you slide the zipper down and open his pants his swollen cock quickly fills up the space and you tease the head of his cock with the tip of your finger.
“Wanna fuck you. God, please let me fuck you.” He begs out as his eyes start to water with desperate tears.
“Do you have a condom? We both aren’t ready for kids yet.” You remind him as you pull his pants down to his ankles and see his cock straining against the dark material of his tight boxers.
You let your fingers dance against his hard shaft and he whines.
“No, I forgot to replace the one in my wallet. I wanna fuck you so bad.” he almost cries.
You’ve seen Yoongi desperate before, usually when you are edging him or having him tied up but you have never seen him desperate like this.
His eyes are wide and tearful and his teeth are biting into his lip. His hands are still grabbing at your arms tightly and he looks on the verge of insanity.
“I know baby boy. I know you want to fuck me but we don’t have a condom so we can’t.”
He lets out a whine as tears slip from his eyes.
“How about I suck you off yeah? Get some of that tension out then when we get home I’ll let you fuck me however you want. With a condom on though. Okay, kitten?” You coo as he nods and you finally pull down his underwear.
What a sight his cock is.
Hard and leaking precum the head is red from the lack of attention and his shaft is twitching slightly.
He groans when you finally wrap a hand around it and you shush him with a giggle.
“You have to be a good Kitten and not make a sound okay? The whole party doesn’t need to know how desperate my baby boy is and how hard his cock is. God Yoongs your so fucking hard for me.” You whisper as you circle his cock and he buries his face on your shoulder to muffle his noises.
You jerk him slowly focusing on the head of his cock as Yoongi moans and whines into your shoulder. He is steadily leaking pre cum and you can feel how pent up he is by how his cock is throbbing in your hand.
“You have to be good now and don’t make noise. I’m gonna suck you off okay kitten. Be good for me yeah?” You ask as Yoongi nods and you sink to the floor sucking at the tip and making his eyes roll in the back of his head and his hips shoot forward.
You jerk his cock in tandem with your mouth and Yoongi is doing everything in his power to stay quiet. Your mouth feels so good against his aching shaft and he can’t help but curl his toes against the tile floor when you take him deep.
Your nose presses against his pubes and he lets a filthy moan slip from his lips. You pull back immediately and look up at him, stilling your movements and driving him to insanity.
“Please don’t stop, please. Y/N I’m so hard it hurts I need to cum please.” He begs out as tears slip down his cheeks.
You lap at the tip of his cock again making him shove his fist in his mouth to keep from screaming. His hands come to tangle in your hair as he forces himself to breathe through his nose and not wildly fuck your throat.
Your hand leaves his shaft to play with his balls which are swollen and begging to be touched. Your hand comes up to fondle them and Yoongi throws his head back as a stifled moan leaves his mouth.
You can feel your own arousal slick on your thighs as you watch Yoongi inch toward orgasm as you work him harder.
You grin against his cock and wrap your fingers around his shaft again. You deep-throat him down and Yoongi lets out a choked moan as he shoves his fingers in his mouth.
“Tell me Yoongs what do you want baby boy?” You ask pulling off from him and resting your head on his shaky thigh.
“Wanna fuck your throat. Please Y/N, please. I’m so close. It hurts. Please I wanna cum” He begs as you obey and suck him back into your mouth and keep your head steady.
His hands come to brace your head and he begins to fuck into your mouth. Softly at first to get you used to the feeling and then he starts to pick up the pace.
He fucks into your mouth harshly as his hands grasp at your hair making your scalp sting. He is trying his best to stay quiet above you as you open your throat wider and tears cloud your vision as he chokes you with his cock.
“Please Y/N, please. I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum. Ohmygod please.” he cries out as he continues to harshly fuck your mouth and you open it wider.
He wails and cums down your throat as you swallow all he gives you.
You keep your nose pressed against his pubes as you swallow him down and soak in the noises he is making above you, somewhere between a groan and a sob as he slows his thrusts.
You take your time pulling off his softening cock and you lick his cockhead clean before standing up on shaky legs to stare at Yoongi.
His hair is a sweaty mess and his eyes are still blown wide. His lips are bruised from all the biting and he looks blissfully fucked out.
“Thank you thank you thank you.” He praises you as he brings his hands up to cup your cheeks and kisses you softly. You can feel the relief radiating off of him.
“Feel better Kitten?” You mutter against his lips as he pulls back and nods suddenly looking shy.
“You are so good to me. God how did I get so lucky.” He praises you as he strokes your hair and continues to pepper kisses on your lips and cheeks.
“I’m the lucky one Yoongs.” You respond as he pulls away and fixes his wild hair.
Your arousal is leaking down your thighs and you grimace when you feel it.
“What’s wrong baby?” He asks as you reach for some toilet paper to get yourself cleaned up.
“Seeing you like that got me all wet. Just gotta get cleaned up kitten.” You say slowly cleaning between your legs.
“I can take care of that you know.” He reminds you with a smirk as you softly smile at him.
“I know you can Kitten but we have been gone from the party long enough because my baby boy was a needy little thing and needed to fuck my throat to feel better.” You remind him as he buries his face in your neck and whines.
“Don’t. Y/N please dont we just got my cock to soften.” He begs as you let out a small chuckle.
“Sorry, Yoongi. I’ll save it for later. Now come on we gotta go back or people will get suspicious.” You say grabbing his hand and exiting the bathroom.
“We could just leave… you know. Take care of things now?” He teases you with a lift of an eyebrow and wink as you smack his arm softly and lead your boy back out to the sunshine and the party.
#Min Yoongi#Yoongi#Yoongi smut#Yoongixreader#Yoongi/reader#yoongixreadersmut#yoongi/reader smut#bts smut#yoongi fic
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There are a lot of different traditions during Carnaval, but the allegoric cars players have been building are known to be part of the Parade of the Samba Schools, so I thought I'd explain how it works!
For starters, the Parade is a competition. Each team is called a samba school and they have their own flag and history. People can be really hard or die for their teams! Some are connected to soccer teams, like Gaviões da Fiel (the school) is connected to Corinthians. The two main parades (of this type of carnaval) happen in São Paulo and Rio de Janeiro.
Each school has one hour to completely walk across the sambódromo, and in that hour they have to tell a story or message. That is one of the things they are judged on! The criteria are the drums, the samba-enredo (enredo literally means plot, but this is a genre of samba), the evolution (how the story develops), the harmony (is everyone singing together? Do the people in the parade know the lyrics?), the plot itself, the allegoric cars and accessories, the costumes, the opening act, and the mestre-sala and porta-bandeira.
The parade is divided into sections called alas, and each one of them functions as a chapter in the story being told and have their own separate choreography. The first one is the Comissão de Frente (the opening act). They set the tone for the rest of the team and the public, so it’s common to see celebrities here to get the audience hyped.
Another crucial part is the drums. They are setting the beat that everyone is dancing to, so they shouldn’t make any mistakes. To both hype them and keep the pacing is the Rainha da Bateria (the Queen of the Drums). She’s a woman dancing samba in very minimal clothing but very heavy accessories. This is a very prestigious spot, the dream of any passista (this is what the samba dancers are called). Since they are the face of the parade, celebrities are sometimes given the position, and not all of them deserve it.
There are other passistas atop the allegoric cars, but they are not the only type of dancers. There’s the Ala das Baianas (ala of the baiana women): older (usually black but not necessarily) women dancing in traditional clothing. Honestly one of my favorite parts of the parades.
But my favorite part is the mestre-sala and porta-bandeira. There are several throughout the parade, but only the first one is graded. They are a couple: the man is the mestre-sala dancing around the porta-bandeira (literally 'flag carrier'), who dances with the school flag, and wears a big skirt, usually in the school colors. I wanted to be one when I was a kid, they dance doing twirls and it just looked like so much fun.
There are other unnamed alas, of course, and the allegoric cars.
The samba schools are very tied to black history and black communities, so their stories are usually very powerful. Like the year they represented a former president as a blood sucking vampire with the presidential sash, or this year, where they showed a statue of a known slaver graffited and on fire. Seriously, some of these cars are insane, and most of them have moving parts while also being light enough to be pushed or motored across the sambódromo, but sturdy enough to support all the dancers on top of it. A true feat of engineering! See the size of the woman near the statue's feet compared to the whole thing?
Most people celebrate carnaval by going to street parties called "bloco de carnaval" (basically a mini parade with live music), but these huge parade still get a big audience, despite streaming so late at night.
Here's this year's presentation from Vai-Vai if you're curious to see everything in motion! Originally, I had put a link to Estácio de Sá's presentation, but some politicians want to apply sanctions to Vai-Vai because it represented cops as demons. A few days later, a white man attempted to kill a black man, and the black man was arrested despite witnesses telling the cops what really happened. When news broke out, they kept him in prison on claims of "resisting arrest." So, why is it wrong to say cops are devils?
Anyways, the Vai-Vai presentation is about celebrating blackness and black creativity and resilience. Happy Carnaval! The winners this year were Mocidade Alegre in São Paulo and Unidos da Viradouro in Rio de Janeiro. You can look up their presentations if you want to.
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♥ family camping trip w/ kenny (headcanons) ♥
✢ summary: headcanons on going on a camping trip with Kenny’s family
✢ authors note: heyy since my first post blew up i'm deciding to do all of the boys ;p
✢ gender: reader is implied to be female <3
✢ warnings: nsfw, mentions of weed/smoking
Kenny HCs
𝒮𝐹𝒲
Begged you to go camping with him for months.
When you finally took some time off to go with him, he was ecstatic.
"We're gonna have so much fun"
Was confused why you packed so much stuff.
"What do you mean you still need to brush your teeth?"
Boy is an animal I swear, he can be so nasty.
You, Kenny, and Karen played 'I Spy' while in the car.
Kenny loves when you play with his little sister, it makes his heart melt.
"You'd make such a good mom"
Kenny just casually drops that while you're unpacking, like it isn't the sweetest thing you've ever heard.
You cannot escape his kisses, you've lost count of how many times he's kissed you.
You'll just be getting the fire wood ready for the campfire and he'll sneak up and kiss you on the neck from behind.
"There's my pretty girl"
Kenny is already rugged by nature, so camping is really his element.
When it's just you around he'll purposely be shirtless to get your attention.
Seeing him chop wood... while shirtless??? You nearly exploded at the sight.
"Whatcha lookin' at hm?"
He gives you a cocky grin that makes you roll your eyes.
Stupid, sexy Kenny.
He is a night owl. He prefers to do everything later at night with you.
He always sleeps through breakfast, so you always nag him to eat lunch.
"Only if I get to eat you for lunch" He grins at you.
You groan and push him away. Dude can be so cheesy.
Never lets you wear your own sweaters or jackets. He wants you to wear is giant, orange parka, always.
He saw you shiver and immediately draped it over your shoulders.
His parka smells like his cologne and weed.
You always tell him "Babe... you're gonna make my hair smell like weed.
Speaking of weed, boy is always offering you some.
"Babe, can we please smoke by the water?"
You look at your phone. "Kenny, it's like 3 am..."
You, of course, do it anyways. It's fun getting high with your hot, blonde stoner bf.
*Queue Moonlight by Kali Uchis*
He makes sure to bring plenty of water for the dry mouth and your favorite snackies when you get the munchies.
He loves to feed you the snacks himself, he loves spoiling you.
"I want to do this with you every night for the rest of my life"
𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦
Everyone already knows Kenny is a horny ass man, so it was no surprise when you couldn't get him off of you.
Cannot fucking resist teasing you every second.
Would whisper in your ears in the car while you're just minding your own business.
"Can't wait to fuck your brains out"
The face you made when he whispered that satisfied him a lot.
Everywhere you went on that trip was a place to fuck.
The tent? Yep. Some random isolated place in the middle of the woods? Yup. The showers/bathroom? You betcha.
Asked you to go skinny dipping with him in the middle of the night.
You were freezing cold of course.
This dude has the audacity to say "Aw, you can come to me to conserve warmth"
Obviously, this whole thing was a ploy to hold you while you were naked.
He would instantly start to suck on your neck, while massaging your ass with both hands.
You dug your fingernails into his back and in response he bit your neck.
Your moans made him grin, he loved how easily you melted into his touch.
Turned you around so he could grind his cock between your ass.
Wrapped his arms around your shoulders and whispered into your ear while he grinded against you.
"You're fucking perfect"
When shit was getting super heated, he walked you over to an isolated rock so you could hold yourself up on it while he fucked you.
You held on to that rock for dear life while he pounded you.
He loved watching how your body looked under the moonlight.
His favorite thing about standing doggy style is being able to watch himself pull out all the way and slam back into you.
Always riles him up when you stroke his ego.
You whine out, "Ah, its too big Kenny!"
Kenny smirks and says "Aw, but you take me so well, baby"
He only fucks you harder when you whine and whimper.
Takes him forever to cum, you probably came three times by now.
That's fine by him, he enjoys overstimulating you.
You were losing your grip on the rock and your legs could no longer stand, so he has to hold you up.
Kenny knows his job is done when you are about to collapse.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum"
He finally hits his climax and he pulls out to cum all over your ass.
"My favorite sight in the world"
He's proud of the work he's done but notices you about to pass out and quickly uses the water to wash you off.
"My sleepy little princess"
After drying you off with a towel, he puts his parka on you and carries you back to camp.
"Ooh, remind me to fuck you while you wear this next time"
Dude's always thinking of the next time he gets to fuck you smh.
#south park fanfiction#south park x reader#kenny mccormick x reader#kenny mccormick x reader smut#south park hcs#south park#south park smut#kenny mccormick
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Protective, possessive and Passionate
Jason Todd x Male! Reader
Warning: swearing, drinking and sex
It was no secret that your boyfriend, Jason, is extremely protective of you. He likes to make sure you’re safe, even if he is in the line of fire, he also wants you to always remember that you’re his.
‘See how that looks’ Jason turned your face a little so you could see clearly the red mark on your neck.
Jason always marked his territory for other men to see, for them to know you’re off limits.
Jason drove you to work, holding your hand in his, you never complained and always thought it cute. A guy as big as Jason, to be so needy and like a puppy at times.
‘Have a great day, love you’ Jason spoke softly as he kissed you.
‘Bye, love you too’ you replied as you got out of the car.
Your work day was filled with the usual nonsense that entails. Making you spend all of your working hours wishing for some sleep.
Everyone has that part of the day that they dread, yours happened to be a coworker. Adam. He never left the fact he likes you hidden.
‘Hey, how was your weekend?’ He asked, smiling at you.
‘Hey, it was fine. Had dinner with my boyfriend’s family. Yours?’ You asked to be polite, not really caring about the answer.
Adam knew that you have a boyfriend, but he never seemed to care. He still tried to get it on with you.
He’d worked there for about a year now and still took every chance he could, as it was coming up to the office work party, you prayed that Jason could make it.
Perhaps the size of Jason would make Adam back off, Jason is big dude and can be pretty scary at times.
Jason held onto your thigh as you both watched Netflix, the newest show you both thought to watch sucked you right in.
‘Shall we go to bed?’ Jason asked as the credits began to roll, you sleepily nodded.
Getting into bed with Jason was always something amazing, he would hold onto you so tight.
The huge puppy that is Jason liked to hold onto you all night. Never letting you out of his sight, or his grip.
You hadn’t let it bother you too much, you were just thankful that Jason was able to come with you. Protect from the lustful eyes of Adam.
Jason knelt onto the floor as he found your shoe laces were coming undone.
‘Hey lovebirds’ your work-bestie, Naomi, smiled as she greeted you both.
Giving you both a hug and a kiss in the cheek, you placed your hand on Naomi’s small baby bump.
‘Not long to go now’ you chuckled as she smiled, lifting her top to show off her new accessory.
The three of you walked into the building together as you found it dimly lit, music playing and a bartender on site already.
‘Thank God, I need a drink’ Jason stated as he made a beeline for the bar.
‘Can I get two whiskeys please? And a lemonade?’ Jason winked as Naomi rolled her eyes with a small smile.
‘Oh fuck’ the words fell out of your mouth like vinegar.
Naomi stroked your arm gently as she blocked you from Adam’s sight.
Jason was aware of what this coworker was doing, but he didn’t know what he looked like. Or if he was coming.
‘Oh hey you, how’s it going?’ Adam cheered as he saw you standing with Naomi.
You smiled as Adam leant towards you, seemingly unaware of the 6ft plus giant next to you both.
‘Another coworker?’ Jason asked curiously, you nodded. Hesitating the next few words.
‘This is Adam’ you took Jason’s hand in yours as you saw his face switch.
The three of you tried your best to stay away from him, but Adam always ended up near you somehow.
‘Hey babe, gotta get going home or I won’t want to get up ever again’ Naomi smiled softly as she gave you a hug.
‘You two rest up’ you winked as Naomi left, all the while with Jason in the bathroom.
This left you alone for a few minutes which you would find scary. You had mental words with yourself, Adam is only a man, nothing more. But he still bothered you.
‘Where’s your boyfriend?’ Adam asked as he came and sat next to you.
You pointed to the bathroom door, Adam only edged closer to you.
You shifted a little in your seat as you felt Adam get closer to you, his body heat felt like it was setting you on fire.
‘You know, four years is a long time to be with one person. Maybe you should have a little break from him. I could show you a good time’ Adam spoke as you felt disgusted.
His words were like venom and you could feel yourself getting close to doing something you’d get into trouble for later.
‘Come on y/n, let’s have some fun while your man isn’t here. He’s a wimp who doesn’t deserve you’ Adam continued.
The smell of Whiskey was strong from Adam’s breath, he’d been drinking tons and not seeming to stop. Though, him drinking didn’t make a difference as he was like this sober.
Before you could say anything in response there was a giant hand that had taken hold of Adam’s shirt collar.
‘Don’t touch my boyfriend again, don’t even look at him. You disrespect him like that, you get me to deal with and I can assure you, you don’t want that’ Jason growled lowly in Adam’s ear.
You could tell from Adam’s face that he was regretting his words, the tower that is Jason was now in his face. Eyes looking deep into his soul.
It was a success as Adam had finally got the message, but Jason was still angry.
Needing to blow off some steam, Jason drove you both home. Jason threw you on the bed when you both got in. Practically lifting you off your feet and carrying you there.
‘Get in all fours for me baby’ Jason said, anger still present but he spoke with love towards you.
Jason wasn’t angry with you, he never could bring himself to be. He was angry that another guy had the audacity to try it with you.
‘Uh’ you called out as Jason slid his length into you, your eyes rolled back.
‘Who does this belong to?’ Jason asked, as he began to find a rhythm.
‘You, Jason. I’m all yours’ you called out, Jason smiled as he gave your asscheek a good slap.
Your phone lit up as it rested next to you in the bed. Jason checked to see it was Snapchat.
Snap from Adam.25 was all it said, Jason smiled to himself as he punched in your code to unlock the phone.
Still with his huge dick deep inside your ass, you were too busy moaning in pleasure to notice what was going on.
Jason snapped you on all fours as Jason hit it from behind, your fingers gripping onto the pillows, you biting your lip to stop yourself from letting out moans.
‘He busy, text back later’ Jason typed into the phone with one hand, clicking send.
Then tossing your phone back where it was as he slammed deeper into you.
‘Fuck, Jason’ you called out as Jason got even deeper.
Safe to say Adam got the message and never tried anything in with you again, he also got a word from HR after a sexual harassment complaint was logged.
You were thankful that Jason could be so Protective, Possessive and also how passionate he is. You would’ve preferred for Jason to not make a statement with you on all fours. But it worked.
You smiled as you fell asleep on Jason’s chest that night, him holding you as he buried himself into a new book.
#red hood#gotham#red hood fanfiction#red hood x reader#red hood x you#jason todd fanfiction#jason todd x reader#jason todd x y/n#jason todd x you#jason todd#jason todd x male reader#red hood x male reader
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'Save It - 01'
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Pairing. boss!Jay x Fem!secretary!reader
Genre. Co-workers to lovers, smut
Warnings. Unprotected sex, neck sucking, making out, over-stimulation
Sypnosis. Jay was the fuckboy in college, such a playboy that he almost ran out of girls to hook up with. But once he inherited his father’s company, he’d changed. 3 years into being a professional CEO and then you walked through those doors, making him fall at first sight. All his plans collapsed once he found out that his rival, Lee Heeseung, was best friends with you ever since. There were many reasons for him to let go of you, including his parents- but his endless love for you said otherwise.
A/n: I thought of something different this time, look forward to the second part!
Your alarm rang for the third time today, so you (half dead) looked at the time- only to find out that you were late… again.
“7:40! Shit I’m late”
You got out of bed and got dressed in a span of 10 minutes. This wasn’t the first time you were late for work and that also meant there were higher chances of you getting fired. You got into the car, forgetting that your toothbrush was in your mouth. Once you arrived you noticed your boss’s car- he was about to get down. You ran in your 2 inch heels and made it just in time to open the door for him.
“Good morning Mr. Park” you smiled, trying not to show that you were panting.
“If you are going to be late and try to hide it, at least run faster Ms. Y/n” he said coldly.
“Yes sir, it won’t happen again” you looked down ashamed and watched him walk inside the building.
“Did you run here?” Your co-worker Mark teasingly said.
“Shut up Mark,” you replied.
“Mhm you definitely overslept,” Mark continued.
“Well what do you expect? The party finished at 2:30 am yesterday!” you complained.
“Damn…how does Mr. Park get up on time?”
“I know right? He's not human” you conclude.
“And you decided to be his secretary… how fun” Mark said as he handed you a cup of coffee.
“Yeah… fun" you sulk, taking the coffee in your hands.
You and Mark hit it off the first time the both of you started working together. You were Jay’s secretary while Mark was his second in command. Mark handled all the business documents and upcoming projects, except he didn’t have to follow Jay around like you did.Your feet hurt and were bleeding due to the wounds you got while running in your heels. You sighed and took a seat next to Mark. You and Mark’s table was outside Mr. Park’s office, he could directly see the both of you outside, which is creepy but most of the time the blinds were closed.
“You okay?” Mark notices you massaging your foot.
“Yeah- no my feet hurt”
“From losing your marathon?” he laughs.
“Can you not?” You laugh along.
Your laughing was interrupted by the beep on your desk telephone.
“Ms. Y/n please come in here, and bring your mobile phone” Jay commands you.
You exchanged looks with Mark on the phone part. You made your way to his office.
“Yes sir”
“Tomorrow we are going to set up a meeting with the Sim corporation. And we are going to stay the night there, I hope I don’t need to-”
“Uhh…what was it after you said 'tomorrow'?” You tried to catch up with him but he was speaking too fast.
“This was why I asked you to bring your phone…to take notes”
“Right...sorry sir” You mumbled and took note.
“Is that all sir?” you asked
“Yes” he said and you take your leave until-
“Please don’t wear heels if you can’t walk in them” he coldly says while sipping coffee.
You stop in your tracks and curse yourself for walking like a clown.
“I’m sorry sir, It won’t happen agai-"
“Again? I hope so" he completed your sentence while looking deeply into your eyes, which made a shiver run down your spine.
The next morning you woke up early to get ready. The weather was boiling hot, it was like you were trapped in an oven. You look at your long sleeve blouses and jackets, it felt like a 100 degrees outside and while everyone could wear short sleeve tops and t-shirts… you couldn’t. You arrive on time and 15 minutes later your boss’s car pulls up in front of you.
“Good morning sir, I apologize for the meeting being canceled”
The meeting with Sim corporation had been canceled by the president himself.
“Don’t apologize for nothing” he said as he straightened his suit.
The entire day was tiring as usual, you doing all the running while Jay sat on his chair the whole time. But for some reason he looked tired and exhausted. The others didn’t notice it but you could. His eyes were screaming sleep.
“Sir, are you tired? Should I take over?" You said as you stood in front of his desk with the documents he asked for.
“No” he replied, eyes glued to the screen of his laptop.
You sigh and make your way to the mini bar in the corner of his office. Latte was always a drink Jay enjoyed so you made one and set it on his table. Jay made no comment about it and that hurt you a little but honestly- you didn’t know what you were expecting.
“God it’s so hot even though it’s almost night!” you said to mark.
“I know right! But what are you complaining about, Miss Long-sleeve?” He teased you.
“Because I don't want to show my beautiful skin to you" you snapped back.
Mark made a noise of fake vomiting and the both of you laughed uncontrollably.
Jay was observing the both of you from his office, curious about what made you laugh. Were you and Mark dating? Why were you laughing like that?
“But seriously, why do you always wear long sleeved clothes? If you want a boyfriend you need skin to seduce” Mark says.
“I don’t feel comfortable... besides, I have no time for dating” you replied.
“Honestly man you should take a break, you're the only person who hasn’t yet used their paid leave” Mark says
“Yeah… I think I should-"
“Ms. Y/n in my office”
“Yes sir” Mark gives you a sad smile as you get up and walk towards the office.
“Call the driver" He ordered and you took your phone out to call the driver.
“We are invited to a business party tomorrow night, prepare the necessary”
“'We' as in, you and me?” You asked, confused.
“Is there anyone else here?” he looked at you with dark eyes.
“Yes sir- I mean no sir" you stuttered.
Jay got up from his chair and made his way over towards you in a threateningly slow pace, hands in his pockets as he looked straight into your eyes.
“Do I make you nervous, Ms. Y/n?” He said, only inches away from your lips.
“N- no sir” You gulp at the close proximity.
“I don’t?” he raises his eyebrow and looks at you dead in the eyes.
“Y- yes sir,” you stuttered in loss of air.
He scoffed. His breath hitting your lips, making you feel an unknown stir in your stomach.
“I hope you won’t be late tomorrow night”
With that you watch him leave the office, still in shock. Your boss had never gotten this close to you before- but why did you find it attractive? You snapped out of it, groaning in frustration about the party tomorrow.
You were annoyed about having to work even on a saturday. You set the bag of makeup on the bed and make your way to the bathroom. While facing the mirror, you slowly undress yourself, revealing the horrible burnt scars that sat beautifully on your body. One on your left breast cutting across your nipple, another on your inner thighs, on your arms and shoulders but the biggest one on your lower stomach. You feel nine years old again, being abused by your parents' dealers. The scars were old but from time to time you scratched them and they bled slightly.
But the worst feeling is when you get your periods. The scars on your stomach hurt like hell, like the feeling of your skin and stomach being torn apart. You wiped the tear that fell from your cheek and got into the cold shower. After drying up you apply foundation on your scars to hide them. This is the first time you were going to wear a sleeveless dress. You got ready and wore your long coat over your dress, ready for the night.
Jay got into the car and noticed you wearing a long coat, he was curious about your clothes… and what was underneath them. He always found something eccentric about you, ever since you came to the interview with a broken heel yet you looked confident- he admired that but he always drew the line between desire and work. He hated himself for that.
“I want you to convince Mr. Park Sunghoon to collaborate with us in our upcoming project”
You looked at him in admiration, he wanted something and he got it, that amazed you.
“Talk about the project and bring him in?”
“Yes sir” you were happy that he trusted you to do the job. You weren’t going to disappoint him this time.
The both of you enter the hall together, you watch everyone crowd around THE Mr. Park Jongseong. If you want to survive in the business world you need to get on to Jay’s good side. They swarmed around him like flies. You- on the other hand, was still wearing your coat.
“Should I take your coat, miss?” The waiter asked.
“Yeah” you said as you slowly revealed your dress. The sudden silence made you look up to find multiple sets of eyes looking your way. You were the center of attention now. Your eyes met Jay’s and you almost came undone. His eyes were on you like a hawk… undressing you. They looked so-
Hungry. That's what Jay felt when he saw you. You wore a red sleeveless dress that had a slit in between your chest that stopped at the base of your stomach, exposing the inner corners of your breasts. There was a slit starting from your knee, revealing your upper thigh. You looked like a meal to him, and the many other men who had their eyes on you. This was the first time Jay saw you wearing something this revealing and he hated that you dressed up for the event and not for him. Jay snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the inappropriate talks about you.
“Introduce yourself” Jay voices over the ‘talks’.
“Oh- right. Hello everyone, I’m the secretary of Mr. Park Jongseong at Park industries”
You felt dizzy. Your head spun a little as you shook hands with everyone. Suddenly you felt a hand gripping your waist.
“Let’s go out”
You were being pulled forward until you could breathe again. Jay took you to the balcony and passed you a napkin to clean your sweat.
“Thank you sir” you said gratefully.
“I expected you to charm Sunghoon, not everyone in the room,” Jay said dryly.
“I’m sorry sir” You disappointed him, you went overboard.
Jay noticed your expression and felt guilty.
"I don't blame you for dressing well, but them for looking at you"
Jay turns to look at you and is caught off guard by your sudden hug.
“Thank you sir!” You said while hugging him. Suddenly aware of your action- you pulled away slowly. Your eyes meet his and the both of you froze in the moment.
“I’m sorry sir-” you said, looking down.
Jay cleared his throat and looked at you… 'cute'.
“Don’t forget your task, I won’t tolerate any more mistakes,” he said calmly.
The both of you walked together to the party in silence. You looked around for Mr. Park Sunghoon until-
“Well well Mr. Park, fancy seeing you here”
“Mr. Lee" Jay said coldly.
You turned to that name and that voice, your heart skipped a beat to the person now in front of you.
“You remember my name Mr. Ja- wait… Y/n? What the hell?" Heeseung said as he looked at you.
“Oh my god Heeseung! What on earth?” You said as you accepted the hug he threw your way.
“Are you back for good?” You excitedly asked
“Yeah Yeah I am… You look beautiful Y/n, better than before” He said with a smile.
“You too… I’ve missed you'' you wanted to cry, your first crush was right in front of you after 6 years.
“You have no idea how much I thought about you," Heeseung said with a wholehearted smile.
You heard Jay clearing his throat next to you.
”Yes sir” You asked.
“Sir? You work for him?" Heeseung said, shocked.
“Is that a problem, Mr. Lee?" Jay smirks.
Heeseung scoffs at Jay's words.
“Do you know each other?” You asked, confused.
“This is Heeseung from the Lee corporations,” Jay says with ice in his voice.
Oh god, this was the 'Lee’ Jay was talking about, He’s Jay's foe.
“How do you know Mr. Lee?” Jay’s eyes were on you and a shiver ran down your spine.
“We- Um… We were friends in college”
“Friends?” Heeseung smirks at you.
“Mhm.. friends. The best of friends” You smirk back at him.
Jay didn’t like the way you said ‘friends’. There was something more than a ‘friendship’ that you two shared, and he didn't like it at all.
“Ms. Y/n-” He was interrupted by a man and was dragged away from you.
You spent the entire night with Heeseung, catching up on each other's past, not knowing that someone was watching the both of you from across the room. Jay looked at you laughing at all Heeseung’s jokes and talks. He was mad at you. How could you leave him and go to Heeseung? Was he that good looking? His style of clothing was not as good as Jay’s, he knew that for a fact.
You laughed at Heeseung’s joke and both of you smiled at each other.
“I’ve missed this” Heeseung said, letting out a sigh of relief.
“Me too” you agree.
“Y/n…” He says slowly.
You hum in response.
“Work for me” He proposed.
“What?"
“Come work for me… are you truly happy working for Jay?” Heeseung took your hand in his.
“I-" you looked over and found Jay’s dark eyes meeting yours. His eyes clearly stated that it was time to leave.
“I- I have to go, Hee” You looked at him
“I’m not forcing you Y/n… good night” the both of you part ways after a hug.
Jay walked forward without you and stopped outside the entrance. You took out your phone and called the driver.
“I already called him" Jay stated, now irritated.
Oh no, he's angry. But why? Did you do something wrong?
Jay didn’t let you open the door for him either, now you started to panic. Was it Heeseung? Or your dress? Jay’s house came into view and the car stopped at the entrance.
“Good nigh-”
“Come inside, You can go home Mr. Kang” Jay’s voice scared you, it was cold and dry. You knew you were in trouble. He invited you inside but why did he tell the driver to leave?
You followed behind Jay into his mansion. It was huge and grand, and the interior was beautiful.
Jay found it cute how you were drawn to his house, but he called you in for another reason.
“In here” He walks upstairs into a room… his bedroom.
You entered the room and your jaw dropped. It was the size of your apartment. You watched as Jay removed his jacket and loosened his tie, the buttons of his shirt unbuttoned until the 3rd button, revealing his chest. He looked furious- and that scared you. You did not want to get fired.
“Sir, I’m sorry” You apologized without a reason
“What are you exactly sorry for, Ms. Y/n?” He asked calmly but deadly.
“I-”
“Did you speak to Mr. Park Sunghoon?” He asked.
Then it clicked, you were assigned something and you didn’t accomplish it. You quickly made a plan in your head to call Sunghoon tomorrow and try to convince him. You spent the entire night with Heeseung, so you forgot about Jay’s request.
"Yes sir, I spoke to him” you lied through your teeth.
“Really? What did he say? Was he interested?” Jay asked, pretending to be surprised- but looking at you dead in the eyes.
“W- well he s- said he’ll think about it” You wanted to cry, you never lied to jay and this felt like hell.
“Hmm... You know y/n, I actually met Sunghoon’s secretary" He made his way towards you, making you gulp in fear.
“And he said that Sunghoon couldn’t make it to the party” Jay’s face was now dangerously close to yours.
“Sir- I’m s- sor-"
“Save it” He said as he walked away.
Jay watched you wiping your tears and getting into the cab from his balcony. He regretted scolding you and scaring you like that, but when you lied he got angry, and- hurt. He hated when people lied to him, and he hated how Heeseung could make you laugh but Jay only made you cry.
You thought of him as a boss… nothing more. Jealousy and hurt, that's what he was feeling.
Tears ran down your cheeks. You disappointed him. You're nothing but a disappointment. Why did you have to lie like that? This was the first party you actually enjoyed and now it’s ruined. Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone beeping.
“Hey!” It was a text from Heeseung.
You replied back with a ‘Hey’
‘It was nice meeting you tonight, I don’t want it to end’ he texts with a crying emoji.
You text back with a laughing emoji.
Heeseung sends you his location with a text saying-
“Wanna come over?”
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Heeseung aggressively made you sit on his lap, as you ran your fingers through his hair. His lips latch on to yours, kissing you like a starved animal. His hands get to work by undressing you. He grabbed your ass, making you moan in pleasure.
“You like that?” He smirked against your swollen lips.
You removed his clothes and sucked on his neck, the both of you now a moaning mess. Heeseung carried you and bent you over a table, and without a warning, he pushed his tip inside.
“All this wetness for me?” he bends you over and speaks into your right ear.
“Ah- deeper Hee, go deeper” you moaned desperately.
“So needy for me" he kissed your ear.
Heeseung forced his entire length in to your cunt and starts fucking you at the speed of light. He holds both your hands in place making you cum before him.
“Oh my- Oh my god Heesung!” you scream in pleasure.
“Fuck- your so tight, give me another one” He said as he picked up his pace once more.
“I’m going to breed you good Y/n" Heeseung whispered in your ear.
The both of you moan hysterically as Heeseung emptied his hot liquids into you. He helped you up and made you sit on the table, leaning in to kiss your lips.
“Ready for round two?” he smirked.
You moved a strand of his sweaty hair off his eyes, leaning in closer.
“Yes sir” you let out.
Jay shot up out of bed. This was his first wet dream- but it was of you and Heeseung. Jay wanted to punch Heeseung in the face. Out of pure rage he threw his pillow to the floor and screamed into the sheets of his bed.
#enha x reader#enha scenarios#enha fluff#enhypen#enhypen oneshots#enhypen drabbles#oneshot#enhypen jay#jay scenarios#jay fluff#jay imagines#jay smut#enhypen hard hours#enhypen hard thoughts#enha smut#enhypen smut#enhypen scenarios#enha
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February Fic Rec
Hey Guys, I'm sorry I'm so late this month that its already the next month😅 I went back to work this month and I have mixed feelings about it so there's that🫤 but at least there's faction - please don't tell my kindle, there's so many books on there that I got to read😓. anyway, happy readying everyone! enjoy the spring and remember to kudos and comment😘
Show Him The Love by scarlettletterr - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2,911, sterek)
Everyone realizes Stiles is awesome, and actually gives him the recognition he deserves! For all his research, for his constant loyalty, for having awful stuff happen to him and always coming back for more, for trying to do the right thing even when people don't listen when they should.
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My gift for Meggplant, for the Glompfest. Hope you like it!
You feel like Home by Itsreallyjustforresearch83 - (Rating: Mature, Words: 24,300, sterek)
Five times Stiles gets abused by his boyfriend and and the one time everything falls into place, like it was always meant to be.
Maybe it was.
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"Are you really just leaving?" Stiles asked him.
"Yeah? There's no point in me sticking around, we already did what we always do." His boyfriend said, fastening his belt and walking out of Stiles' room.
It Starts When You're Around by strobelighted - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 26,406, sterek)
"Earth to Derek. You okay, man?"
Derek's eyes are drawn back to the guy in front of him, who's starting to look more worried now.
"I --" he starts, then swallows against the dryness. "Who are you?"
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or, Derek gets amnesia
eli's parents are so gross (read: in love) by ash_mcj - (Rating: T, Words: 1,195, sterek)
"I would’ve been here earlier, but nobody thought it would be smart to call the one person who’s intimately dealt with the Nogitsune before, so,” Stiles said bitterly as he threw his hands up. "Now I have a list of asses I gotta kick over this very avoidable fiasco. Scott’s first, since he’s the Alpha—I’m pretty sure that’s how that works. His responsibility, or whatever.”
The familiar sound of Derek’s car pulling into the driveway caught Eli's attention, and he grinned. “Is Dad on your list?”
“Hell yeah, Dad is on my list! Right under Scott.”
“Well, he just got home, so—”
Stiles didn’t wait to hear the rest of the sentence before stomping off in the direction of the living room—and Eli quickly scrambled to follow him, ready to eavesdrop on what was likely going to be a rather impressive and amusing lecture.
[or: eli is glad that stiles is home, since derek has nearly died several times in his absence, but he really wishes they were a little less glad to see each other]
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prompt | a reunion kiss
Hide by dr_girlfriend - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 12,419, sterek)
Stiles has been rejected so many times that it doesn't really surprise him when it happens again. Hurts, yeah, because dammit — he'd thought Derek was the one. Heartbreak sucks, and he's not so sure he's going to get over it this time.
Breaking A Rule by SinQueen69 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,426, sterek)
Anon on tumblr wanted: Hiya! Please with sugar on top write a Sterek fic where derek is a business man and Stiles is a horny cockslut that sends Derek nudes while at work and Derek is pent up and punishes him when he gets home. Daddy Kink, Manhandling, Strength Kink, Bruises, Spanking, Rough Sex, Orgasm Denial, mentions of kittenplay?, verbal humiliation, gags! Tanks be safe and healthy
Soft Space by TuppingLiberty - (Rating: Mature, Words: 1,492,k sterek)
This time of year, Derek has to face too many bad anniversaries - the fire, the deaths. Stiles understands when Derek has to take a break from being alpha, when he just needs his daddy.
Rated M for kink, but no explicit (or even mature) sex.
Kinktober day 4: Daddy
(Starting Kinktober now so I can maybe finish in October this year)
How to Win an Argument Without Really Trying by sffan - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,288, sterek)
It started with a kiss.
Well, actually, it started with an argument.
no river, no rush by CoraRochester, ravenclawkward - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5,351, sterek)
“You can’t marry me! I’m the worst choice. For one, there’s no strategic value to marrying a prince from Gajos—and if there were, I’d have been betrothed to you or Cora years ago. We have nothing to offer Beacon. I’m not even good at being a prince!”
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On the eve of Derek’s coronation, he proposes to Stiles.
Are You Fucking Kidding Me? by Itsreallyjustforresearch83 - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2,893, sterek)
Derek has liked Stiles for a really long time, like embarrassingly long. But he swore to himself that he wouldn't make a move on Stiles until he knew for sure that his feeling were returned because he refuses to force something onto the Spark.
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Derek likes Stiles, Stiles likes Derek, but the Alpha is convinced that Stiles is still in love with Lydia and can't see the obvious dofus Stiles is being around him. Lydia intervenes just because she's sick of watching the two dummys not be together.
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Getting saved by 141 [Headcannon]
Price
Disappointment but not surprised, how hard was it to stay put and don’t get kidnapped?
Made an entire rescue mission just to get you back.
Was the first face you saw when he came to your aid.
“I’ve got you Son.” Reassured you that you were alright and in safe hands.
“I’m sorry Sir, I told them about the team’s whereabouts…” could care less that you gave them information, more about the fact you were tortured for it.
Shines a flashlight in your eyes and tells you to follow it just to make sure you’re still functioning.
Is angry but not at you, likely at himself for allowing one of his own to be taken.
Will offer to carry you on his back if you can’t walk.
Patches up your wounds by himself, warns you in advance when disinfecting the wounds, “This is going to hurt like a bitch so suck it up.”
10/10, give this man father of the year. Don’t expect candy from this man, he will offer you a cigar though.
You’re on probation. Don’t even try change Price’s mind. He’ll just give you a pat on the back and apologise, “It’s for your own good, Kid.”
Checks up on your mental state daily and recommends you a military councillor.
Ghost
Knight in military uniform.
Sneaks into the warehouse you’re being held captive in.
Stealthy asf, no one ever sees this man coming and if they do then it’s already too late.
Jumpscare.
If he isn’t opening fire then he’s probably throwing knives into necks.
Throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes if you’re injured, doesn’t matter what injury, he’s just not patient.
Stabs adrenaline into you to keep you alive.
“You breathing, Soldier?” Gently slaps your face to keep you awake.
Will undress you from your uniform without second thought to patch up a wound so you don’t bleed out.
Sits next to you on the plane ride back to monitor your state. If you were unconscious when he found you then he’d allow you to lay on his shoulder but if you’re conscious he’ll make sure you stay that away until you’ve received medical attention.
If you’re the former then he’s probably not the best face to wake up to.
“Holy shit, am I dead?” “You nearly were.” “Because I’m seeing a Ghost.” “I still don’t find you funny.”
He definitely killed everyone in that warehouse for harming one of his own but will never admit that to you and simply just tells you, “Everything is taken care of, Kid. Go rest up.”
Puts you on probation and during that probation he’ll teach you some moves so that he doesn’t have to save you again.
Soap
*Panicked Scottish noises*
Radios you over and over to try get your location, when he finds out you’ve been taken he goes into Captain Mactavish mode.
Doesn’t really make a plan, runs straight into danger. Definitely blows something up just to live up to the demolition expert title.
Would quite literally NOT tackle someone out of a window onto a car but simply will throw them out of one. That Captain Mactavish mode has its limits.
Rushes to your side and cuts off your restraints. Cups your face with his gloved hand and tilts your head back and forth to check for any head injuries. You could be staring him dead in his eyes and he’d still check your pulse.
Will fireman carry you if you can’t walk or you’re unconscious.
Clicks his fingers in your face and then asks you how many fingers he’s holding up. You look at him dumbfounded, “5…?” “Fuckin hell you need medical treatment…”
If you’re falling off to sleep then he’ll keep you awake by teaching you some Scottish slang. “So you’re telling me that Elizabeth or Lizzie is slang for…coffin dodger?” “Or old cunt.” “I will be sure to use that more often now.” “Aye but do be careful of who you’re saying it around. You know how Brits get.” “……”
Gets Price to put you on probation even if the injuries aren’t serious. He’s just not taking any chances.
Gaz
“You broken?”
Panic mechanic Gaz.
Acts on his knee jerker responses to which needs Price to hold him back and keep him in check.
Threw tear gas through the vents and came through the roof opening fire. Couple of knives went through eyes, one of them nearly hit you. So much for a rescue mission.
Gaz would probably stare at you if you’re unconscious to see if you’re breathing or not. Gets up real close to your face, “Okay good, you’re still alive.” He was just afraid to be the one to collect your dog tag so he didn’t want to check your pulse.
Doesn’t have enough muscle mass to pick you up so would either drag you out of danger or let you lean on his shoulder.
Gaz is definitely the type to over bandage you, “Can never be to safe than sorry.” You looked mummified after he’s done with you.
Will let you sleep on his lap if he found you unconscious, after every 5 minutes he put a finger below your nose to check if you’re still breathing.
If he found you awake he tries his best to keep you awake, “Hey buddy, keep your eyes open or else you’re going to die.”
Doesn’t sugarcoat, tells you exactly what injuries you have, “I think your knee is dislocated, do you want me to relocate it now?” “Sergeant, please don’t.” Will relocate it anyway.
Tells you about his life story and how he got recruited into 141, “I was born at a very young age.” He really tries to lighten the mood.
Threatens to shatter your kneecaps if you don’t take at least 5 weeks off.
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Cardigan - Part one; hand under my sweatshirt
Based on the song Cardigan by Taylor Swift
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Paring(s): Rafe Cameron x Fem! Reader.
Word count: 5.2k
Summary: in which coming back from college and seeing him again, ruins everything.
Warnings: swearing, mentions of drugs & violence, cheating, SMUT (a little), mentions & implications of public sexual acts, nipple play.
AN: lots of mutual pining, angst, jealousy and everything in between. Ex’s to lovers again. Flashbacks are in italics!
When you are young, they assume you know nothing
But I knew you
The day she had been dreading had finally come. Ever since she left for college, ever since she abandoned the life that was once all she knew, she wondered how it would feel coming back to outer banks. Coming back to the place where it all started.
She left for college about a year ago, eager to escape the harrowing memories of her past, and the people she lost along the way. That’s what she told her family anyway, that she needed a fresh start. That she needed to get away from all the familiar faces who chewed up her kindness and spat it straight back out, again and again, without a second thought. but in reality, the only person she was running away from was her ex boyfriend Rafe.
Her mind had been permanently plagued with memory’s of him since she left, tainted by the deep-seated pain of her first love, and as much as she would love to avoid him forever, summer in obx was something she didn't want to miss, and she missed her family. So, inevitably, she sucked it up and got a flight home.
She wished the memory of him would dissipate into the evening breeze as she sat in her mothers car, watching the horizon pass her by just as quickly as it came as they drove home from the airport. The radio played quietly in the background as she gazed into the golden skyline through the window, and the closer she got to figure eight, the more the memories started flooding back, like a whirlwind reminder of what could have been.
“3, 2, 1, go!” Topper shouts from his seat on the camping chair next to her, the light crackling of the fire filling her ears as the flames devoured the wood that they had gathered.
The beach was littered with drunk teenagers, and numerous crowds of tents to house everyone for the weekend, as part of the annual camping trip which graced the Outer Banks beach every year, to mark the start of summer. This tradition also just happened to be her favourite.
Topper opens his beer as quickly as possible, wasting no time in tipping the liquid down his throat, gulping it down swiftly. Everyone else followed suit in chugging down the beverage, and her eyes screwed shut as she got about half way, the questionable taste making her regret the decision to partake in these games.
As always, Kelce finishes his drink first, scrunching his can in his hands and chucking it into the fire, the smile on his face an indication that he’s clearly impressed with himself. She envied his drinking skills as she gave up, retracting her lips from the can when only about a quarter was left, her face scrunching up as she swallows the last of the liquid in her mouth.
“Has beer always tasted this bad?” She says, not sure if she’s asking herself or her friends around her.
“If your a pussy Y/N, just say that” a male voice taunts, and she didn’t have to turn her head to know who it was.
Rafe made his way towards the group, a backwards baseball cap sitting on his head rather lazily, as the sound of his footsteps trudging in the sand got louder and louder.
She was thankful she was wearing sunglasses as she took in his shirtless state, her jaw threatening to drop as she gawks at her boyfriends washboard abs, the defined muscles practically staring back at her.
He halted his movements as he stood right next to topper, just in time to watch her stick her middle finger up at him, a fake glare hidden behind her sunglasses. The corners of his lips turned upwards into a devious smirk, the sun painting his face in a golden hue, and she had to poke her tongue into the inside of her cheek to stop herself from smiling at him.
“I thought you couldn’t come until later?” She says, reaching to get another beer from the cooler, the condensation from the can running down her fingers, before she extends her arm to pass it to him.
“I’m good at sweet talking” he says smugly, sending her a subtle wink that only she noticed, before taking the beer out of her hand, their fingers touching briefly. She rolled her eyes, even though he couldn’t see it, but it wouldn’t of mattered anyway. All he was concentrating on was the small grin that graced her features, her sweetness practically radiating off her. Rafe couldn’t believe someone as sweet as her would want to be with someone like him.
He thanked her for the beer with a quick peck on the lips, ignoring the gagging noises from Topper at their affections. She had been with Rafe for a while now, and although they had got used to the teasing from their friends, she wondered how much longer they would keep up the act for.
“Debatable. I bet you just didn’t wanna help set up the tents, so you lied about being busy” Topper says, used to his best friends lazy tactics.
“You think so low of me, Top” he says, a cheesy grin on his face as he adjusts his hat, before opening his can. He takes a swig, relishing in the cool liquid which contrasted heavily to the beaming sun which reflected down on them.
“Right, I’m going for a swim before the beach gets too crowded” she says, standing up from her chair and finishing the rest of her beer. She took off her rings that previously decorated her fingers before lifting her shirt over her head, blissfully unaware of the stunned expression on her friend’s faces as they admired her body.
Rafe, on the other hand, was all too aware. His clenched jaw was hard to miss as he slapped Toppers chest, sending both him and Kelce a glare.
“Wait for me” Rafe shouts as he watches her begin to walk down to the shore, almost loosing his balance as he observes her hips swaying from side to side. God, he could get used to that.
“Wait for me” Topper and kelce say at the same time, the mocking tone in their voices evident as they both laugh. And if they weren’t making fun of him, Rafe would of been impressed at how unionised they were. Rafe held his middle finger up, trying his best to maintain a serious look when Topper raised his arms up in surrender, a small smirk painted on his face.
The water was cool when she got in, her muscles relaxing almost immediately. She sighed as she fully submerged herself into the water, swimming deeper into the sea, but her relaxed aura disintegrated when she felt something wrap around her foot. She screamed as she turned around, her fearful expression contorting into a glare as she realised it was just Rafe, clearly trying to fuck with her.
“you make it too easy for me, baby” he laughs, pulling her body towards him, in awe of the freckles which danced along her cheeks, and all the way along her nose. But as her chest was pressed flush against his, she realised just how exhausted he looked, the bags under his eyes making her cringe a little.
“Are you okay?” She asks, concern laced in her voice as she runs a thumb along his slightly sunburnt cheek, just below his eyes.
She knew his dad had been putting him under a lot of pressure recently, and it pained her to see him like this, all tired and deflated. Even though he did his best to hide it from her, she could always tell.
He nodded, melting into her touch as he tilts his head, relishing in the gentle feel of her skin. His eyes shut for just a second as he snakes his arms around her waist, and it was moments like this she realised just how different he acted around her, compared to everyone else. And as much as she wished he wouldn’t put on a front all the time, she was grateful he let her see the real Rafe.
“Nothing I can’t handle baby. I just needed to see you” he says, and she couldn’t help but smile at her boyfriends sweet words, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.
“I can’t believe Topper and Kelce are going to be cock blocking me all weekend” he says, and she rolled her eyes at his vulgar statement, his sweetness evidently short lived.
“Like that’s ever stopped us before” she says, a tight-lipped smile on her face as she tries to hide her smirk.
Rafe had a shit-eating grin on his face as he recalled their past public escapades, reminiscing about the numerous times they indulged in public, even when their friends were too close for comfort. He just couldn’t help it sometimes, and neither could she.
She giggled as he grabbed her thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze before wrapping her legs around his waist. The gentle waves crashing around them drowned out her gasp as she felt his cock press against her clothed pussy, already starting to harden underneath her.
“Well, in that case…” he trails off, his smile never wavering as he takes a quick look around, making sure no one was too close before he tightens his grip on her waist, dipping his head to claim her lips in a harsh kiss.
And as she tangled her fingers into his hair, making him hum into her mouth almost immediately, she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist him.
“Have you thought about the summer camping trip yet sweetie? Seemed like you really enjoyed it last year” Her mother asks, ripping her gaze away from the road ahead, and it was moments like this where she had to question if her mother could read her mind.
She turned her head to meet her mothers gaze, scanning her features as if to look for signs that she was in fact a mind reader. She noticed that she had a certain look in her eyes that she couldn’t quite place, but whatever it was, was tinged with concern.
“Im not sure, i'll think about it” she says, fidgeting with one of the threads on her jumper sleeve, one of the many tells of her anxiety.
“Okay. Oh- I forgot to say, I know you didn’t want to do anything big for your birthday, but I just couldn’t help myself…” her mother starts, and the side eye she gave her was unmissable.
“Oh god. What have you done?” She says, eyes wide with fear. She never really cared for her birthday, and therefore never made a big deal out of it. She hoped this year wasn’t an exception.
“I’ve invited some families around for a small party, nothing crazy. The Thorntons, the Cameron’s, the-“
“The Cameron’s?” She says, her voice raised as she draws in a sharp breath, head snapping to face her mother so fast, she could of got whiplash.
Her eyes were wide as she attempted to register what her mother just said, her muscles tensing with fear as she felt her heart practically sink to her feet. She was going to have to see him again. And as soon as her mother took one look at her daughters face, she knew she had fucked up.
She wanted to blame her mother, but she couldn't really. To her mothers knowledge, there was no hostility towards her and Rafe, and their breakup was mutual. In other words, she has never told her mother the real reason they broke up, or the fact that they don't talk anymore. At the start, it was just too painful, and telling her meant it was actually real. Now, it was like bringing up old news, and she didn't want to revisit the ghosts of her past.
She spent the rest of the journey pleading with her mother to un-invite them, but she wouldn’t budge, claiming it would be too rude to tell them they couldn’t come now, and the damage had already been done. Although she had always had soft spots for Sarah and Wheezie, she knew seeing Rafe again would break her into pieces.
But that didn’t matter now, she thought to herself, eyes trained on the raindrops which had started to trickle down the car window, the moody clouds a reflection of her own dismay. Using her mothers words, the damage had been done, and it was now time to face the music.
I knew you
Hand under my sweatshirt
Baby, kiss it better
She tapped her finger erratically on her leg as she sat on her desk chair in her bedroom, trying drastically to calm her nerves. This was officially the worst birthday ever, and she knew the worst was yet to come.
She finished the last of the wine she stole from her parents cupboards, the alcohol warming her insides as she inhales a deep breath, exhaling slowly, before checking her appearance in the mirror once again, ruffling her hair to give it more volume. She had already changed her outfit multiple times, wanting to make sure she looked good. But no matter how many times she checked her makeup, or fiddled with her hair, nothing felt sufficient.
She practically jumped out of her skin as the sound of the doorbell engulfed the house, her breath hitching in her throat. She sprayed her perfume on herself as her mother called her name, and gave herself a small but reassuring mental pep talk, before making her way down the stairs.
Her shoulders dropped with relief as she saw it was just the Thorntons, and she extended her arms out to embrace Topper as soon as she reached the bottom of the stairs.
“Happy birthday! How is my favourite mai tai drinker?” Topper says as he hugs her, reminding her of the time she threw up after a long night of Mai tai’s and joints at his house; something that seemingly, she has never been able to live down.
“God, don’t remind me” she says, cringing at the memory.
“But that’s what friends are for?” He says, more of a question than a statement. His features held a playful expression, and she realised then she had missed her friends more than she thought.
She greeted Toppers parents, the familiar faces calming her anxiety a little as they all made their way to the garden, the music from the speakers getting louder and louder.
“This looks amazing mum, thank you” she said, a bright smile on her face as she hugs her mother, admiring all the decorations. Although this is definitely not what she wanted to be doing on her birthday, she could tell her mother put in a lot of effort, and she didn’t want to be ungrateful.
“Of course. Happy birthday darling” she says, before retreating in the kitchen to sort out a few things.
Once her mother was out of the sight, she pulled on Toppers arm, dragging him further down the garden, away from his parents “Top, I’m freaking the fuck out”
"what? why?" Topper says, his eyebrows furrowed.
"because, my moms invited-" her blood runs cold as she hears the doorbell again, and just by the look in her eyes, Topper instantly knew what was going on. “Rafe?” He asks. She nodded her head.
Luckily, it was just some old school friends, and she allowed her body to relax once again. She wondered how many mini-heart attacks it would take for Rafe to actually show up.
Her question was left unanswered as an hour past, and the Camerons still hadn't shown up. She didn't know whether she felt relieved or disappointed, but based on the heavy feeling in the pit of her stomach, she definitely felt uneasy.
Despite this, she was actually having a good time. Kelce and the rest of her school friends turned up, and lets just say her mums wine stash was growing lesser by the minute.
"okay everyone, inside for the cake!" her mother yells, and everyone followed her inside promptly, taking a seat on the large dining table. She was just about to offer to help her mum cut the cake, when the doorbell went again. Her eyes shut in defeat, knowing there was only one family that was yet to turn up.
"ah! your just in time for the cake! come in, come in" she could hear her mother mumble from the hallway, and her heart dropped.
Low and behold, the Camerons waltzed into the dining room, and suddenly, she was stone cold sober. Ward was absent, which wasn't exactly unusual. He had missed so many of Rafe's important milestones growing up, so it wasn't a surprise he wasn't interested in hers.
Her eyes grew soft as they met Rafes gaze. He looked pretty much the same, although his hair had grown, and the way his dirty blonde locks fell in front of his face was doing something to her that she couldn't quite explain.
She hadn’t seen him for so long, that the memories she had of him where that of a timid ghost; one that always lingered but never pounced, and never allowed her to fully heal. But as she was standing in front of him now, in the flesh, everything felt so much more real. And it was clear his ghost had come back to haunt her, as vicious as ever.
But as he got closer, and she got a good look at his face, her insides started to twist in the worst way possible. The skin of his cheek was bruised purple, his eye was basically black, and the numerous cuts and scrapes that danced along his skin were accompanied by a cut lip. She bit the inside of her cheek to hold back a gasp, and she was sure everyone else was doing the same.
Rafe's heart skipped a beat as he saw her, his rationality crumbling before his eyes as he glanced at the girl who was once his everything. It was like their whole relationship flashed before his eyes in that very moment, and it was hard for him to breath. He tore his eyes away from her as the overwhelming emotions became too much, finding solace in staring at his feet instead. She wondered then if this was as hard for him as it was for her.
Wheezie was first to approach her, giving her a big hug as she wished her happy birthday, before Sarah and Rose did the same. And then, it was Rafe’s turn.
“Hey” she says, her lips turning upwards into a small smile. God, he had missed her smile.
“Hi. You look nice” he said in a soft voice, hands hidden from her as he fiddled with something in his pockets, a hesitant look in his eyes. It may of been a while, but she still knew the boy inside and out, and just by the deflated look in his blue orbs, she could tell he wasn’t doing well.
“Thanks” she said, giving him a tight lipped smile in response. There was so much she wanted to say. But with so many people around, she couldn’t.
The next twenty minutes were extremely awkward. Rafe didn't say a word to anyone, and you could practically cut through the tension with a knife. Her eyes were glossy as she blew out her candles, and it took everything in her to fake a smile and hold herself together. She had a good poker face, but Rafe could see right through her as he sat across the table, a pit of dread in his stomach as he observed the sadness that lay behind her eyes. He poked and prodded at his untouched piece of cake as he matched her dull expression, before Sarah decided to break the silence.
"so Y/N, hows college? are the people nice?"
"um, yeah" she says, swirling her fork around her plate. She really wasn't in the mood to elaborate.
"she's made lots of friends, haven't you sweetie? she even has a new-"
"mom" she says, more as a warning, looking up from her plate now.
"what? as i was saying, she as a new boyfriend" her mother says, as oblivious as ever, pausing to take a sip from her wine glass.
her eyes shut in defeat for a second, but she didnt miss the way Rafe's eyes snapped up, his jaw clenching at the revelation. she's moved on.
it was true, she had a new boyfriend. The relationship was new, but he was sweet. She would be lying if she said he made her feel the things Rafe did, though.
"oh, thats wonderful! whats he like?" Toppers mum says, blissfully unaware of the chaos she was provoking.
"um-" she was cut off with a clang before she could even start her sentence, everyones eyes darting to Rafe as the sound of him dropping his fork on his plate fills the room, his fists balled on the table.
"excuse me" Rafe says, not waiting for a response before he jumps up, storming out of the room without so much as a glance. She mumbles a quick "fuck" under her breath, her guilty conscience getting the best of her when she too sprang up, following him out of the room without giving it too much thought.
She walked down the hallway and into the kitchen, her movements coming to a halt when she spotted him outside, staring at him through the glass doors that led to the garden. She grabbed a random sweatshirt from one of the kitchen stools, and took a deep breath before heading outside.
He didn't look at her as she walked out, but he knew she was there. instead, he gazed at the pool in front of him. "new boyfriend, huh?" he says, shoving his hands in his pockets, his jaw still clenched.
"Yeah well, atleast he can actually look me in the eyes" she says, folding her arms over her chest. He took that as a dig, and turned to look at her then, his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly. It was painfully obvious he was still in love with her, hell, he probably always would be. But who could blame him? It was the kind of love you only saw in the movies, the same kind of love Rafe never believed in, until he met her.
"what happened to your face?" she says weakly, just above a whisper, as if it pained her to say it.
he opened his mouth and then closed it again, like a gulping fish, debating whether to tell her the truth or not. His mouth opened once again, ready to speak before his eyes trailed down to her sweatshirt. And just like that, he froze.
“You kept it” he says, and her eyes followed his, peering down at her sweatshirt before she too froze. Holy shit, she forgot it was his.
She walked with Sarah out into the garden at the Cameron house, taking a sip of her vodka orange as she walked past Rafe to the sun beds. He was watering the plants, no doubt a chore his dad asked him to do before he left the house this morning. But given his shirtless state, she definitely wasn’t complaining.
They had just started seeing each other, but they hadn’t told anyone yet, not wanting to deal with the agro from their friends. But again, she wasn’t complaining. As it turns out, sneaking around was a lot of fun.
“Have you no shame? Uncle Reggie doesn’t even drink this early” Rafe taunts, referring to his alcoholic relative Reggie, who had a reputation for always ruining family events.
“Debatable. I once saw him use tequila instead of milk in his cereal” Sarah says.
“Bite me, Cameron” she claps back at Rafe, smiling sweetly at him before perching on the sun bed.
I’d love to, he thought, but he bit his tongue at the presence of his sister. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her summer dress, the flimsy material just daring to be pulled down her body as he glanced at the flirtatious look that danced in her eyes.
“That’s a dangerous thing to say to a man with a hose” he threatens, his signature smirk gracing his cherry red lips. She wasn’t sure she could get used to his smile even if she tried.
“You wouldn’t dare” she says, confident in her words as she laid back in the chair with her eyes closed, letting the sun drench her skin.
“Wouldn’t i?”
her eyes shot open as she felt cold water being sprayed all over her body, a loud scream leaving her lips.
“Holy shit!” She screams, springing up from the chair to run away from him, a breathy laugh leaving her lips. He stopped eventually, once he had his fun, but the amused look on his face turned into a stunned expression, his mouth agape as he noticed the way her dress had become somewhat transparent.
“Perv!” Sarah says to her brother, eyeing the way he was shamelessly staring at her wet figure. She mentally cursed him then for his lack of control, he didn’t even try to hide it.
She went inside to change, grabbing the first thing she saw in the laundry room, which happened to be a pair of sweatpants and a blue sweatshirt. It wasn’t the most flattering outfit in the world, but it would do. When she opened the door to make her way back into the garden, she found Rafe on the other side of it.
“Scale of 1 to 10?” He says, a cheeky look on his face.
Whenever they would bicker or annoy each other, they would always ask the other to rate their rage in a scale of 1 to 10, as a way of gaging whether the disagreement was serious or not.
“A strong 9. I’m plotting my revenge as we speak” she says, a smile painting her face that made all of his defences crumble. He let out a genuine chuckle at her remark
“Your wearing my sweatshirt” he observes, a cheesy grin on his face as he raises his eyebrows.
At this point, their secret relationship was lacking a label, and she wasn’t sure if they were at the clothes-wearing stage yet. “Oh, sorry. I’ll take it off” she says, her voice weak. She went to lift the material over her head when he stopped her.
“No, no, keep it. You look good in it” he says, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling her closer.
“Plus…I want you wearing it when I do this” he says, guiding her backwards into the laundry room and shutting the door with his foot. She giggled as he began peppering sweet kisses on her neck, and her hands immediately clung to his hair, relishing in the feel of his soft lips. He just couldn’t help but smirk into her skin as her breathing got heavier and heavier, and it dawned on him then that, label or not, he was hers. “Your smooth Cameron, I’ll give you that”
“Of course I kept it” she said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. And to her, it was.
His features softened at her words, and he came to the realisation then that maybe, just maybe, all hope wasn’t lost. He tried to stop himself from stepping towards her, but he just couldn’t. And as soon as the smell of her perfume invaded his senses, he knew he was a goner.
“Does your boyfriend touch you like I did?” He asks, his voice low as he dips his head to hers, eyes focused on her glossy lips. One wrong move, and his lips would be on hers.
She couldn’t deny the way her insides melted as her eyes widened slightly, a certain intensity laying behind his eyes that made all of the blood rush to her head. The lust within his blown out pupils only added fuel to the fire as he brought his hands up to her thighs, tracing his fingers upwards along her skin, before his hands reached under the hem of her sweatshirt.
Her breath hitched in her throat as his hands dipped under the material, roaming around her bare hips, pulling her closer to him, if that was even possible. One hand then settled on the small of her back, whilst the other creeped up to her clothed breast. He swiped his thumb over her hardened nipple, and as she let out a small whimper, he had to bite his lip to suppress a smirk.
“I-“ her words turned into mush as he pushed the top of her dress aside, making her jerk against him as he pinches her nipple. The cold metal of his rings cooled down her burning skin as he touched her breast, and she felt like her knees were going to give way at any moment.
“I bet he doesn’t” he whispers in her ear, taunting her even further, even though based on her reaction, he already knew her answer. She could feel his smirk when he placed a kiss on her head, his familiar after shave making her question why they even broke up in the first place. She knew then that she was screwed.
The sound of the garden door opening snapped her out of her blissful trance, and she pulled away from him, ignoring every urge in her body that wanted to pull him close again. The loss of her warmth almost made him frown as the distance between them increased, and when he saw topper standing at the top of the garden, he never wanted to punch his best friend more.
“Uh, your mum wanted me to check if everything is alright” Topper says awkwardly, scratching the back of his head as he tried to ignore what he just walked in on.
“Yeah, um, we should probably head back in” she says, refusing to meet Rafe’s eyes as she turns on her feet, making her way back inside.
“Top, give us a minute” Rafe says, and she halts her movements, turning back around to face him. Topper nodded his head swiftly before treating back indoors.
“I just- I got you this. Happy birthday” he says, walking over to her, before pulling out a small box in his pocket. It was wrapped in blue wrapping paper, finished off with a small white ribbon, and she couldn’t help the wide smile that escaped her lips. He got her a present.
“Oh. Thank you” she said, taking the box out of his hand. Their fingers brushed briefly, and she couldn’t ignore the butterflies she felt in her stomach.
“We should…” she starts, gesturing her hand towards the house.
“Oh. Yeah” he says, his voice somewhat shaky. It was strange how he could go from dominant to a nervous reck in the space of a few seconds. He hated what she turned him into. She was the only one that could break his defences by the click of a finger, and it was terrifying.
He wanted to grab her hand, or yell for her to stay, but he didn’t. Instead, he waltzed back up the garden steps behind her, before entering the dining room again with one question on his mind.
On a scale of 1 to 10, how much did you miss me?
#obx#outer banks#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron smut#drew starkey#rafe cameron imagine#rafe x y/n#rafe x female!mc#rafe smut#rafe obx#rafe x reader
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You know, the more I think about it, the funnier I find the concept of Monkey D. Luffy /& Boa Hancock (especially paired with Aro-Ace spectrum Luffy and Aro-Ace spectrum Hancock) just for what it must look like from an outsider's POV.
For the record, personally, my favorite Luffy ship is Zoro/Luffy - also with Aro-Ace spectrum Luffy, that's basically non-negotiable for me, I don't care whether he's sex-favorable or sex-repulsed, but he's definitely ace. It is so funny to me to think about Luffy's incredible pull with aro-ace spectrum folks. People who once thought "sucks for you fuckers obsessed with sex and/or romance, I'm built different" (Roronoa Zoro, Koby, Trafalgar Law, Boa Hancock, Bartolomeo, etc.) find themselves fascinated by this little rubber man, who regularly declares war on the government and can swallow a roast chicken whole. Some of them are happier about this than others. Some of them WISH they just wanted to fuck or marry him, that would make more sense than this shit.
But, okay, back to Luffy and Hancock (as a friendship or queerplatonic situationship, whatever, doesn't matter). Like, let's pretend this is some kind of Modern College AU (Luffy is probably not IN college, tbh, he's just there to hang out with his friends and for any food anyone makes the mistake of leaving out). You are on your way to class and you see this woman walking down the street and she is - hands down - the Most Beautiful Woman In The World.
Super tall, with incredibly long, muscular legs in shockingly high red heels, a short skirt, artful cleavage, a waterfall of sleek black hair, beautiful face, striking makeup, gorgeous jewelry. Looks too old to be an undergrad student. She looks like if a martial artist became a supermodel. Walks like that too. The phrase "please step on me" comes to mind, but not to the lips, because that's sexual harassment, and also this woman looks like she could stab you through the heart with a kick and her shoe heel, killing you instantly.
She sees someone and her entire face lights up. She runs forward (how is she running in those shoes) squealing in excitement and embraces this guy you didn't even notice before, shouting about how much she missed him, and kisses him on the lips. He is... uh... three-quarters of her height at the tallest. A real Mr. Short King.
Wow, he has a babyface. And a scar on his cheek and on his chest, which you can see because he's wearing an open button-up, in eye-searing rainbow colors and decorated with monkeys, and jorts with fur at the cuffs. And mismatched flip-flops on the wrong feet. And a straw hat on a string around his neck. It looks like he hasn't brushed his hair today. It is impossible to judge his looks because his outfit is too distracting. Now the Most Beautiful Woman in the World is blushing bright pink as she clasps one of his hands in both of hers. Mr. Short King is using his other hand to pick his nose as she talks.
They walk hand in hand together over to where an incredibly expensive-looking bright red car is parked. Mr. Short King opens the driver's door for the Most Beautiful Woman and she apparently nearly swoons at this chivalry. She climbs into the driver's seat and he gets into the passenger's side (Luffy cannot legally drive and also cannot actually drive). They drive off together. What the fuck kind of Roger-and-Jessica-Rabbit-ass Sugar Mama relationship did you just witness?
Boa Hancock keeps a photograph of Luffy as her phone background and also on her desk at work. Everyone is always like, "Is that your... son?" And Hancock is like, "No, that's my number one choice of future fiancé! Isn't he sooooo handsome?" And people can only be like, "...Okay, but why are there police lights in the background? And something is on fire? It kind of looks like he's in the process of being arrested..." And Hancock responds dreamily, "They didn't catch him! He climbed into my exercise duffel bag and I carried him out."
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✺ (1/5) ✺ @jegulus-microfic prompt: withdrawal — 1,162 words (fame AU, pt.5; busy movie star misses his boyfriend and makes it his manager’s problem smh) {previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4}
“Ah ah. Nope.”
Regulus’ phone is snatched out of his hand as he passes by his manager, his scowl completely useless against Dorcas who is far too familiar with him at this point.
Maybe he needs to look into some staffing changes. (He knows he never will).
“I need to make a call,” He insists.
“No, what you need to do is go thank your director and co-lead for this wonderful experience so you keep getting spoken about nicely and therefore get jobs.”
“For my own paycheck or for yours?”
“Oh, sweetheart, no matter how many movies you make, I don’t get paid enough for all this.” Dorcas circles a finger toward his face in reference then sweeps the same hand to motion him back toward the main area of the wrap party. “Back at it, superstar.”
“He said he’s supposed to be in the studio by the time I’m out of here,” Regulus tries.
Dorcas tilts her head, sucking her teeth. “Maybe don’t date a musician next time.”
“Next time,” He scoffs with a roll of his eyes.
“Aw, serious monogamy really is a great look for you, babe. You know what’s also a good look for you? Continued employment.” She waves him past her once again.
“I’m firing you tomorrow,” Regulus grumbles.
“Yeah, take a shot every time I’ve heard that one,” Dorcas snorts. “I’ll text James and let him know he can call you when he’s free. You can’t be that deep in withdrawal already, you just talked to him yesterday. For like two hours.”
Regulus flips her off over his shoulder and meanders back through the party.
He’s done so many of these wrap parties at this point in his career that he’s bored by them. Doesn’t feel the need to get drunk like the newer, fresher faces. Doesn’t feel the need to schmooze and make a big deal out of himself like the names that are fading into obscurity. He coasts in that oh so comfortable ground of being well-known and well-loved —making nice and taking photos, truly putting the acting chops he’s known for to the test.
When his phone is placed back in his palm as he and Dorcas are in the car back to their hotel, Regulus is done acting, however. His glare goes just as ignored as it usually does, because Dorcas knows he’s not actually angry with her. Even as he makes it a point to stay silent the whole drive back while she rattles off his travel itinerary for the following morning.
At least he knows the travel will be bringing him to James; silver linings.
It’s been weeks since they’ve been in the same place —all the jokes about withdrawal and he might actually be experiencing some. Made all the more apparent by the knowledge that the one year anniversary of the first time they started seeing each other in secret is days away, meant to be spent together away from work and everyone else. (They have separate anniversaries now; James’ idea. One for when they began, and one for when the world found out about them).
He and Dorcas make it all the way to the doors to their respective suites across the hall from one another and he thinks he’s in the clear. No more lectures or scheduling or any of the things he finds so much less fun about his job. But then Dorcas halts outside her door and calls over to him to make him pause before he can swipe his card key.
“What now?” He snaps.
She scrunches her face unpleasantly at him. “Don’t be cranky.”
“I’m tired, Dorcas,” He sighs.
He notices her focus shift past him to his suite’s door and frowns. The corner of her lips curls upward just barely, like she can’t quite help it. She nods her head toward his room, amusement in her gaze when it meets his again.
“Don’t say I never do anything nice for you.” She promptly enters her own room after the confusing statement, leaving Regulus staring at her closed door incredulously.
He blinks a couple quick times then shakes his head and finally swipes the key card on his door. The entryway is dark when he enters the suite, but the light in the bedroom was evidently left on earlier so he uses that to guide him further inside. Tosses off the expensive leather jacket he’s been wearing all night onto an armchair as he passes.
Regulus is half-finished undoing his button-down shirt when he freezes in the bedroom doorway, eyes going wide.
“Well, don’t stop on my account.”
Oh.
Oh, that’s—
“James.”
Right there. Sitting at the end of the suite’s made up king size bed. Casual in the joggers and hoodie he typically flies comfortably in. A half a dozen red roses wrapped in a silver ribbon in his hand. Duffel bag at his feet and suitcase beside it.
“Hi, baby,” James says, grinning brightly.
Maybe Regulus did drink too much at the party. Maybe he did get a little overzealous with the champagne while he chatted with his co-star. Because there’s a tingling beneath his skin all of a sudden, a burst of something fuzzy and light in his chest.
“You—”
“Flew here to meet you.” James nods.
“But I have—”
“Dorcas canceled your flight to me yesterday when I told her I wanted to surprise you.”
“You conspired with my manager when you know I hate surprises?”
James holds his free hand up in semblance of a shrug. “Romance?”
“Oh my god, I hate you.” It’s a breathless laugh at best, no bite, no genuine annoyance. It’s never been a bigger lie.
Regulus is halfway across the room in seconds and James meets him there in two wide strides, catching him when he throws his arms up over his shoulders. Easily, one arm belts around Regulus’ waist, helps haul him upward further when Regulus wraps his legs around his waist, too. James carefully tosses the flowers back onto the bed in favor of sinking his fingers into black curls when Regulus buries his face in the side of his neck and breathes in deeply.
“Missed you,” James murmurs, lips dragging along the hinge of Regulus’ jaw.
“You were going to see me tomorrow afternoon,” Regulus mumbles, arms looping tighter around the back of his neck.
“Not soon enough.” James presses a kiss just beneath his ear. “Heard you’ve been having a hard time.”
“I’m not having a hard time.”
“Yeah? Didn’t miss me, too?”
“No.”
“Would now be a bad time to point out that you’re currently clung to me like a koala? Because I can count on one hand the number of times that’s happened.”
“Don’t ruin it.”
James breathes out a laugh, presses another kiss to his cheek this time, then leads them both to the bed. “Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”
Okay, yeah, Regulus is definitely not firing Dorcas tomorrow. (As if he was going to anyway).
#jegulus#starchaser#sunseeker#jegulus microfic#aaaaaahhh i missed them my little famous babies#this got away from me a little but -jazz hands- Them#i love them so much#also someone give dorcas a raise#kay’s writing#kay’s microfics
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Hello there would you mind writing dark Agatha x femreader. Something really dark maybe with manipulation and smut
Ty 🙇🏼♀️
You're Mine Now
Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader
Word Count: 2604
Warnings: Smut, Dark!Agatha, Kidnapping, Shackles, Illusion to forced age regression, spanking, finger, oral sex, light bondage, drugging, tit sucking, squirting
Part 2: You're Not Going Anywhere
A/N: So this one got a little longer than I expected it to but I hope that you like it.
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You walk into the parking garage crying with a box of your stuff in hand. You don’t understand what happened. Everything was fine. You were one of the best employees at your company and was loved by everyone. Why were you all of a sudden fired? Why could they not give you the reason? You are questioning everything that happened in the last week but couldn’t come up with a single thing that you did wrong.
You pop the trunk of your car and place the box inside before slamming it shut. As you do you drop your keys and just your luck they manage to go under your car. So you bend down but you can’t reach them. You have to completely lay down and get them from under your car. “Fuck today.” You mumble as you get back up dusting yourself off with tears still in your eyes. In all of this you haven’t noticed the dark figure that comes up behind you. There is a sharp pain in your neck before everything around you goes black.
As you start to stir your head is spinning and you feel almost like you got hit by a truck. You blink your eyes before opening them up. The room is dark except for a cute dinosaur lamp that is placed on the bedside table. The lamp looks childish but you don’t pay that any mind. You start to try and sit up but you feel a heavy weight on your ankle. You look down and that is when you also realize that you are completely naked. You look further and see a shackle on your ankle that is chained to the bed that you have woken you on.
In your haze you haven’t noticed the dark haired older woman that has moved towards you from the dark in the room. “Look who is finally awake.” The sweet voice comes from the woman that makes you jump. You scramble till your back hits the wall bringing your knees to your chest trying to cover yourself from the woman. “Who the fuck are you and why the hell am I naked?” You question with a quivering voice. “Oh baby girl my name is Agatha but you can call me Mama.” She stalks closer to you.
Trying to scramble back further as your back is completely pressed against the wall, the shackle digging into your ankle but you ignore the pain. “Fuck you bitch!” You yell trying to sound more confident. Agatha chuckles darkly. “Oh little one we don’t use big girl words here. If you continue, Mama is going to have to punish you.” Your mind is running wild as the woman sits on the edge of the bed. “I have been watching you little one and I know you’re just the perfect little girl for me.” She reaches out her hand to your face, but you slap it away. “Don’t you fucking touch me bitch. I’m not yours, I'm my own person.”
You can see Agatha's demeanor change slightly, she is more angry than before. She gets up and walks over to a dresser opening up a drawer. You can’t see what she grabs until she turns around with ropes in her hands. “I told you little girl that if you continue Mama is going to punish you.” She walks over to you grabbing your hands. You try to fight her but her grip is strong and she is able to pin your legs between her thighs. “Mama worked hard to get you here. She got you away from that terrible job. Mama is here to take care of you. No need for my baby girl to be working if Mama is here to help.” She says as she ties your hands together tightly. “Ow fuck! What the hell do you mean that you got me away from that terrible job. I loved my job. What the fuck did you do?”
Without a warning Agatha slaps you hard across the face. You feel the sting as tears well up in your eyes. You look at her with shock moving your tied hands up to your cheek. “I told you no big girl words.” She pulls your legs from between her legs and starts to tie them together just above the shackle as you kick and try and fight her. But she is very strong and has no issues keeping you from kicking too much. The shackle is now pressing into your other ankle causing you some discomfort. “There.” She smiles looking down at you tied up and tears in your eyes. Her hand rubbing your cheek where she slapped. “So pretty when you cry.”
You're too stunned to speak as you look at the woman who has just admitted that she got you fired and she has kidnapped you. Agatha sits on the edge of the bed and starts pulling you towards her. “No, please!” You plead with the woman but she doesn’t seem phased. All she does is pull you and lay you over her legs. Your head hanging down and your ass up.
“Now Mama has to give you a punishment. She doesn’t want to but little girls have to learn to listen.” Agatha’s hand smacking down hard on your ass. You can’t help but cry out from the pain. Her hand smoothing over where she hit as it turns red. “I think 20 spanks is good. 10 on each side. What do you think, little one?”
“Fuck you.” You spit in anger at the woman. Her hand slapping down on your cheek again. “You keep going, I'll make it 20 each side.” She threatens as you whimper and just nod. Not seeing a way out of this. The older woman above you is much stronger and has definitely planned this out. “Good girl. Now I want you to count each slap. You mess up, I will start over. Do you understand me?”
You nod your head in understanding. “I need words little one.” Agatha tells you. “Y-yes.” You mumble out. “Good girl.” Her hand slapping down on your right cheek. “O-one” You whimper. You can’t see her face but she is smiling before slapping again. “Two” She slaps down hard in rapid succession. “T-three” You cry out and tears start to stream down your face. Her hand smooths over your burning red ass. “You missed one sweet girl, start from one again.” You whine at her words but you comply.
You are able to get through the 10 without another mistake. You're crying more now as you squirm in her lap. “Good girl.” She leans down and kisses your head. “Time for the other side.” She uses her other hand to still your squirming in her lap. This time you make it all the way to 8 before you fuck up. So she starts over, but you learn this time and don’t mess it up again.
Agatha’s hand smooths over both of your cheeks. “You did so well for me.” She groans looking down at your bruised cheeks. Your body squirms as you whimper and whine in her hold. Trying to rub your thighs together as your body betrays your mind. “Did you like that little one?” Agatha asks you, her hand still on your ass.
“N-no” You shake your head trying to sound confident but failing. “Hmm, the wet spot on my pants tells me different little one. You don’t want another punishment for lying to Mama do you?” She asks you. Her hand moving down between your legs. “N-no, I’ll be good.” You whimper. “Good girl.” She smiles, her fingers tracing your slit. “My little girl getting turned on by Mama spanking her ass black and blue.” You nod your head as you buck your hips into her hand causing Agatha to smile. “Does my sweet baby want Mama’s fingers in her tight little cunt.”
You nod your head quickly. “Yes! Please!” You whine trying your best to get her fingers inside of you. “Yes, what little one.” She asked sweetly. Your head is spinning from want and need. “Y-yes Mama! Please!” Agatha smiles when you finally call her Mama, shoving two of her fingers into your hole harshly and starts pumping them. The action causes you to moan loudly as you squirm more in her lap.
Agatha’s pace is unforgiving as she pumps her fingers and you buck your hips the best you can to meet her thrust. She smiles above you loving how pliant and needy you have already become for her. Your pussy gripping her fingers tightly as she pumps and curls her fingers perfectly inside you hitting the right spots. She already knows your body better than you do. She moves her thumb down and starts rubbing small circles on your clit.
Your whimpers and moans start to echo off the walls. Agatha adds another finger as she continues to pump her fingers into your cunt. “Mama!” You moan out at the slightly painful stretch. “Does my little one like Mama’s fingers filling your tight little cunt?” She asks you, slamming her fingers in as she curls them giving you immense pleasure. Your walls are squeezing her fingers as your legs start to tremble slightly. “Does my little one need to cum?” Agatha asks you.
“Yes Mama” You nod your head frantically. “Cum baby girl. Cover Mama’s fingers.” Agatha demands you. You don’t hesitate already learning that you don’t want to mess with the older woman above you. Your cum coats her fingers as your moans fill the room. She keeps pumping and curling her fingers. Her thumb is still rubbing your bundle of nerves. “Good girl.” She praises you the more she pumps her fingers.
You whine when she doesn’t slow down but continues to speed up. “Mama wants to see you cum again little one. Be a good girl for me and take what Mama gives you.” Agatha says as she continues, your cum dripping down more onto her lap. You whimper but nod your head which causes her to smile at your pliant form.
It doesn’t take Agatha long to bring you to your second orgasm of the night. But she still doesn’t slow down. She wants to make a mess of you, turn your brain to mush. Push you into your sub space so that she can take care of you. So she doesn't stop with just two. She makes sure that you cum four times. By the time you have cum a fourth time you're a babbling whimpering mess over her lap. Your juicing soaking her pants. Your thighs are coated in cum along with her hand. She finally slows her thrust until she stops pulling her fingers out slowly. The action still causes you to whimper. Agatha sticking her fingers in her mouth and moaning at your taste.
“Such a good girl for me and you taste so much sweeter than Mama could have ever imagined.” Agatha gently rubs your back and sides helping you calm down. Once you have calmed down slightly she moves you to lay on the bed leaving your legs dangling over the side. You whine as your ass hits the bed and tries squirming away. Agatha warns you with a tisk as you struggle to stay still you ass burning with the touch of the fabric. But she doesn’t care as she gets to her knees on the floor. She removes the ropes from your legs and spreads your legs as she settles between them.
“So pretty.” Agatha whispers looking at your glistening cunt. Your legs twitching and your hole clenching around nothing as she looks on. “Mamaaaa.” You whine. “Mama is just going to clean you up, little one. Don’t want you all sticky and uncomfortable.” Your head is too fuzzy to argue so you give her a weak okay.
Agatha throws your legs over her shoulders as she dives in. Not caring as the shackle digs into her back. Your taste is already addicting to her. She moans into you causing you to moan at the vibrations. She wastes no time as she eats you out like you are her last meal. Your whimpers and moans bring her joy. Your body is squirming and trying to get away from her tongue as it dips into your quivering hole. She uses her arms to hold you down.
Agatha wraps her lips around your overstimulated bud and sucks. Your hips are bucking into her face as the mix of pain and pleasure. You don’t know if you want more or for her to stop. She alternates between sucking and dipping her tongue into your hole. She can feel your cunt already squeezing her tongue after a few minutes. You're so overstimulated it will take her no time to taste your cum right from the source.
With her continued ministrations on your cunt you unexpectedly cum. To your surprise and Agatha's, your juices squirt all over her face. You want to apologize but all that comes out of your mouth are jumbled words and whines. But Agatha knows what you want to say. “Fuck that was amazing baby girl. I didn’t know you could do that.”
She licks you clean before getting up. Your juices are still covering her face but she doesn’t care. Excited to see what else you can do but that is for another time. She unties your wrists. “Thank you.” You mumble lightly. She helps roll you on your stomach. “Stay like this little one Mama will be right back.” Agatha tells you before walking into the en suite bathroom.
You have no energy to move as your eyes close and your body trembles. Agatha soon returns with a washcloth and some ointment. She applies the ointment to your bruised ass causing you to whine and squirm. “I know it hurts little one but this will help.” She says as she finishes applying it. She then cleans up between your legs. Once she is done she throws the washcloth into the clothes hamper and sets the ointment on the bedside table.
Agatha then crawls into the bed, her back facing the wall. She then helps gently move you fully on the bed and towards her. Your fuzzy brain doesn’t hesitate to cuddle up into Agatha. As you do that is when you realize that she is no longer wearing any clothes either. But you're too tired to care. She is warm. She pulls your head on her chest which you gladly accept and you nuzzle your face into her.
Agatha does her best to pull a blanket up over you two as you cuddle in. She pulls you closer and cuddles you tightly. You nuzzle more into her chest and let out a whine. It takes her a moment to realize what you want. She smiles at how fast you are breaking for her. She knew you were the right choice for her to take. You are absolutely perfect for her and she is perfect for you which you will soon realize.
“Go on, little one.” Agatha moves your head closer to her breast. With your eyes closed you wrap your lips around her nipples and start to suckle lightly. She brushes her fingers through your hair. Enjoying the closeness that having no clothes on gives her to you. Your body gets heavy as you drift off to sleep. “Good night my little one. Mama will be here when you wake up.” Agatha kisses your head and falls asleep with you. The last thought on her mind is how much she loves you.
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could you do like having sex with joseph in tvd scene but then hes saying her real name and not her character name and everyone is like what and she’s like omg bc she loves him and then when the day’s over he takes her home and they end up confessing their feeling and having sex in his car
(y/c/n = your character name <3)
Heaven in the back seats
Joseph had been nervous for this scene all day. He knew he was going to get nervous and most likely very noticeably hard. He got hot and bothered just reading through the script and Daniels teasing was of no help.
His hands shook the first take, when he began to undress her. When her tongue brushed his.
On the second take he pulled away and had to step outside. It wasn’t going well for him, his emotions were too strong and it was playing with his head. It took Julie Plec herself to come and bring him back in for him to get going with the scene again. All the other actors knew of his feelings and Daniel came and told Joseph that Y/n had gotten upset thinking he really didn’t want to kiss her, which immediately made him feel awful and push himself to get onto set.
So this time he got nearly all the way through it
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Klaus pushed Y/C/N against the wall, her legs around his waist and hands in his hair as his tongue chased hers and his hands ripped the buttons off her shirt. She moaned in his mouth as his hands rubbed against her covered breasts before moving down to her wait and popping the button on her jeans.
She pulled away with a lustful look in her eyes as she pulled his henley over his head. Her lips sucked down his neck to his chest, her hands pulling his belt off as he dragged the jeans from her legs.
She got down from his hold and shoved his chest, pushing him back toward the bed and pressing back against him, her hands pushing his trousers down as she leaned into his
“Fuck me Klaus” she whispered lowly.
Klaus spun her round and pushed her onto his bed before getting on-top of her. His boxers pressed to her panties as he kissed her passionately, his lower body grinding against hers making him moan
“Y/n” he breathed as she pulled him close, her hips bucking up to gain more friction.
“Fuck y/n more” Joseph whined, his hands grabbing her hips as he rubbed against her faster
“Joseph” she whispered, her hand taking his face “Joseph” she repeatedly softly “the scenes over” she told him, he panted and hid his face in the provided bed. She stroked his hair with a small smile on her face as her co-stars cleared their throats and turned away. The cameras were facing off and the camera crew were looking around awkwardly until Daniel began to clap causing Joseph to groan and push himself up.
He refused to look at y/n as he walked straight out, his dick hard in his pants as he covered his bright red face and tried not to cry from the humiliation.
Claire and Phoebe helped y/n get redressed and went back to her dressing room to talk about what had happened.
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Joseph wished he could have just walked straight out to his car with no more embarrassment but he had no such luck as he walked straight into her while searching for his keys.
His eyes were wide and his face blushed deeply, his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed but he didn’t dare move away from her.
She smiled up at him softly, her hand reaching out to touch his arm gently
“Are you okay?” She asked quietly and he nodded slowly
“I am so sorry” he whispered, his whole body felt like it had been set on fire.
“Joe it’s fine, it was that kind of scene, we both got carried away with it” she told him
“I- y/n, I moaned you name and was basically humping you” he whispered, his eyes widening further when he realised what he had stated and seeing her hold back a laugh didn’t help. “Shit” he breathed before moving around her and rushing to his car.
“Joseph!” She yelled, chasing him across the road. “Joseph come here!”
He sighed and turned around seeing her concerned expression
“I didn’t mean to laugh” she told him, “I wasn’t laughing at what happened, just the way you said it so casually” she explained “I would never laugh at you” she promised “besides you just beat me to it, I would’ve been moaning your name if I hadn’t heard the producers yell ‘cut’
“But you didn’t y/n, and I did. You have no idea how embarrassing it is” he whispered
“Joseph, why did you say my name?” She asked
“I don’t know” he mumbled
“Don’t lie Joe, why’d you do it?” She pressed
“Y/n I need to go home”
“Joseph Morgan, why?” She raised her voice
“God because I’m in love with you! And I wished it was us on that bed, me and you not fucking Klaus and y/c/n! Okay!?” He shouted and she smiled before grabbing the back of his head and pulling him to her, their lips met in a fiery embrace.
Joseph faltered in his step before his keys hit the ground and his arms went around her waist. His lips moved against hers with so much want. He grunted as she pulled away and let out a breath before leaning back down and kissing her again.
Her back pressed against the door of the car as he moaned in her mouth, his hands squeezing her hips. A car whipped past them, honking at them making him pull away and realise his leg was between hers.
“I love you too but I don’t think I want the locals seeing us doing it against your car” she whispered with a small laugh, her hand cupping his face.
“The locals would be lucky to see it” he whispered before kissing her again, his arms holding her waist right to him “come home with me” he panted and she nodded. Their mouths were wet against each other, neither one of them wanting go stop but knowing they should at least get in the car.
Y/n pulled away slowly, her hand on his chest “It’s dark, nobody can see” he murmured
“What are you suggesting?” She asked breathlessly
“I have a lot of space in the back seats” he muttered, leaning down and grabbing his keys “If…that’s what you want…we can go to mine first-or or if you wanted to move slow then-“
Y/n smiled at his nervous rambled and took the keys from him, unlocking the door
“We’ve waited too long to move slow” she whispered while opening the door to the back seats. He ducked his head as he got inside and sat up nervously. She quickly followed and was straddling his lap before he could blink. His breathing grew shallower as her hips rolled to his, he looked up to her eyes seeing her expression soft and dark at the same time. She kissed him gently before putting more passion into it. His hands slowly moved up and under her top, his heart racing as his hips started to subconsciously move with hers.
He pulled away with a breath to look at her, the women he had been longing for, for far too long. It had been years now since he met her on set, she even moved onto The Originals from The Vampire Diaries because the producers found they had so much chemistry it worked too well for them not to put their characters together.
She looked at him like he was the only person in the world, it took Joseph a while to come out of his shell around her. He went from the shy man she only bad a couple scenes with to making her laugh each morning and spending the entire day together. She couldn’t not fall for him, it was the worlds way of telling them be together by making them kiss on the daily-even if it was through their job. They both knew it wasn’t really ever just their characters.
She lifted her top off as his hands were already climbing her body and this only made him more eager. He cupped her breasts gently through her bra as though they were glass. The moment felt surreal, he couldn’t tell if it was a dream or not anymore.
But deep down he knew it was happening, he couldn’t stop the look of utter admiration as he looked up at her again
“You okay?” She asked gently, her hand stroking his face “is it too much?” She questioned but he shook his head
“Just doesn’t feel real” he whispered and she smiled
“How can I help it feel real” she purred and he shuddered. Her hands pulled his shirt off in one face movement, her lips moved to his neck. She leaned down and kissed across his chest, her tongue flicking over his nipples playfully. She slid off his lap and moved to get onto her knees in the floor of the car. Her hands undid his jeans but he grabbed her wrist
“You don’t have to do that” he whispered, his eyes wide as he pulled her back up and sat her beside him
“It’s okay, I want to” she insisted with a kiss to her lips at the end but he shook his head and pulled her closer
“We’re in a car” he whispered, his cheeks pink making her chuckle lightly
“Next time then” she murmurs kissing his cheek
“Next time” he uttered, the mere thought of being with her…like this again was indescribable for him.
She smiled as she kissed him again and stroked down his abdomen “You don’t have to be shy” she whispered when he ginger squeezed her breasts
“Sorry” he uttered making her smile again and lift herself up to get out of her jeans making him quickly catch on and kick his own off. He waisted no time in also taking his boxers off though then covering himself with his hands making her pout.
“Cmon Joseph, you know it only fair” she muttered as she pulled her panties off and straddled him again. Her thighs were nice and spread giving him a pretty view. His face was bright red as he moved his hands to her cunt, rubbing her timidly with his fingers and letting out a staggered breath when her hand stroked up his length. “I’m already wet” she whispered kissing the spit behind his ear “I want to feel you”. He shivered at her words and nodded, he pulled her as close as he could and she directed his cock.
“Oh god” she breathed when he moved just his tip within her before she sank further down “Joseph-“ she whimpered, he kissed the spot between her neck and shoulder gently as she took him entirely. He stifled a moan as he wrapped his arms around her so her hands held her back
“I love you” he whispered to her, his eyes closing in a state of contempt. She kissed his head as her walls tightened round him
“I love you too” she tells him, she pulls back a little and puts her hands on his shoulders “You ready?” She asked and he nodded, shifting a little bit. “You can’t see anyone right?” She whispered as she looked out the window
“No…it’s just us” he smiled and so she returned it with a nod.
“Okay” she uttered as she pushed herself halfway up him before back down. He bit at his tongue as he moaned and turned his head so she didn’t see him. “Joe” she whispered “don’t be shy” she encouraged, she didn’t want him to feel embarrassed.
He looked to her as she began to move a little faster, her hands squeezing his shoulders. Both their breathing’s got heavier, he pushed forward and captured her lips with his. They ignored the sound of a car going past as he turned her in his hold and laid her down on the back seats to push into her. His hips picked a slightly quicker pace as he let out a throaty moan. His head fell to her neck, his arms still around her as her back arched and the sound of his balls slapping against her filling the air along with their panting.
He kissed and sucked at her neck between moans as his skin heat up and his dick twitched. Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands held onto his hair as she looked up at the cars ceiling. Her lower abdomen was building that familiar sensation as he moved faster, she could feel how desperate he was for her. He had been hard all day since that scene and didn’t have any time to relieve himself.
“I love you Joseph” she panted, her hips bucking with his. The air felt thicker, stickier, hotter. His thrusts only got harder with her words making her whisper them over and over in a chant.
Jospeh could both feel and hear the car rocking and creaking as he pushed one of her legs up making her cry out as he hit into her spot. His name was yelled loudly as he pounded into her with all his being. His body shuddered as waves of pleasure ran up his spine.
He felt her walls squeezing him and looked down, her eyes were screwed shut and one of her hands clamped over her mouth. His hips only went faster when he felt her cum. He lifted her back into his lap and thrust up into her.
She moaned so much it became a vibrating sound as she bounced up and down him. He gasped as she wrapped her arms around him and slid up and down him as fast as she could. His hands gripped her ass as she moved making her moan louder into his ear.
He leaned back against the seat as he felt his balls tense, his head went back and he whisper her name so lightly she barely heard it.
Her mouth hung open when she felt him release inside her, her cunt cling to him as she began to slow, her breathing still heavy as she put her arm out and pressed her hand to the window to stabilise herself.
He let out a long breath and a groan as he opened his eyes. Her eyes locked on his and smile smiled. He leant up and kissed her softly, he went to deepen it but she suddenly pulled away with wide eyes
“What? What’s wrong?” He asked, his eyes searching her face
“Joe…you didn’t pull out” she whispered and his face dropped
“Okay…okay…do you want me to go get you a pill from the shop?” He asked with a nod, carefully lifting her off him
“It’s too late now, I’ll go grab one in the morning” she mumbles, grabbing her pants
“Love” he called softly, his hand grabbing hers “don’t worry about it, I’ll go first thing and being it to you, you’ll be in my bed anyway” he murmurs kissing her cheek
“I will?”
“Of course you will”
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- Power Damage (18+)
18+ MDNI!!
Pairing(s): helping!jim hopper, helpless! fem reader
Summary: when reader comes home after a long shift at the diner, she finds her power is non-existent. she asks the local chief to help, but find out he helps in more ways than one.
Warning(s): large age gap (reader is 22, hop is 41), masturbation (f receiving), unprotected p in v.
i hope you enjoy! ive wrote something similar to this, but this ones a lot better. more love making than actual sex.
‘10 minutes and i can take a nice hot shower.’ you said to yourself, finishing up cleaning the tables you had. you had to be the busser and the server of course, cause why not? you sighed, continuing to look at the clock ahead of you. no, you can’t. the more you look, the more time went by slower.
it was nearing 10 o’clock, you of course having the closing shift. you didn’t mind as your boss was a nice gentleman. he always offered you free food, made sure you were comfortable in any setting, and if any customers got out of line, he was right there in tow. you couldn’t ask for a better boss.
“alright, looks like it’s your time to go. get outta here. get some rest.” speaking of, your boss had said to you as you finished your last table. you smiled brightly, the shower sounding more and more better as the day went on. you quickly put the dirty dishes and rags away where they needed to go, and quickly hung your apron up on the employee break room door. you hurriedly grabbed your winter coat, hat, and gloves. ‘warm shower, warm shower.’ you shouldn’t ask for anything too much, because then your hopes are shattered.
“what?! no!” you had managed to see that your power was off. the lightswitch didn’t work, and the oven didn’t work either. you wouldn’t be able to be warm. you did everything you thought you could to steer away from this very moment. you lived in the midwest, weather was always the worst. when people say it’s bad, it’s worse. and when people say weather is nice, its bad. there was no way of fighting off the inevitable.
great. now what? you weren’t about to sleep in your cold car nor your cold house. start a fire in the house? probably not the smartest idea. go over to everyone’s homes you know of and beg mercilessly to stay at their house until your power’s back on? better idea. but you knew that you would need to get the power back on, so you had managed to helplessly drive to the police station. you didn’t know of anyone capable of helping.. not even a handyman. maybe you can be desperate, especially when talking to the chief.
chief jim hopper was a regular at the diner. he stumbled across you one night when you were his server. clearly you made an impression on him, but of course, you are oblivious, so you didn’t really understand. until tonight when you are talking to flo, hoping the nice old lady would understand.
“listen, i.. i stumbled across a situation and i don’t know of any handyman in town. is there a way you guys could help me? i know you’ll probably tell to screw off and suck it up, but.. i really need your guys’ help. maybe give me a directory?” you asked flo in the most desperate voice you could. you were shaking of cold, and this situation just made things worse.
“ms, our hours are closed. we are only open for emergencies,” flo spoke to you, you looked at her in despair. but this was an emergency! you couldn’t be warm to save your life. maybe you could stay here overnight? pretend to be a criminal. break something. “but.. i can see what i can do.” flo then spoke. you looked at her with a smile, probably thanking her a million times. you sat down on one of the chairs, hugging yourself to try and keep yourself warm. you then watched as a door opened, and out came a tiring chief. you wanted to say hi, but things were more important right now.
“(y/n), what are you doing here? everything alright?” the chief had then asked you, and you could only smile lightly. things were alright you supposed, but you’re freezing in your boots. literally!
“oh, hey jim. yeah, uh.. everything’s fine. except my power’s out, as well as my pipes are burst. maybe i’ll just stay at a motel..” you told yourself. you hadn’t even considered that. you involuntarily facepalmed yourself at the thought of a motel. how dumb could you be?
“well.. i’m just headin’ out now. maybe i’ll stop by and check it out.” jim mentioned. you looked up at him with a wide smile. coming to the police station was the smartest idea you could have thought of.
“sir, you have a call waiting for you-“ flo started to interrupt, basically telling him not to help you. all hope was gone. he had a job to do afterall, not bother with your stupid pipes. oh. you didn’t think that could be dirty until you truly thought about it. your face emitted a deep blush, and tried your best to ignore it.
“it’s alright, flo. this shouldn’t take long.” jim said again, looking down at you as in a ‘let’s get out of here before i get pulled back into the office’. you smiled up at him and stood, leading him out to your car.
“thank you, jim. it really means a lot.” you told the chief who could only smile softly, heading to his blazer. you hopped in your nova and headed towards your home. you didn’t think anything would come between you and jim, so you only treated him as a friend. but you basically owe him a shit ton of favors for doing this for you. you didn’t know what you would do without the chief.
“yep. busted,” jim muttered as he looked underneath your home. you cursed to yourself, shaking your head. god damn it. curse your mother for having old pipes. your mother practically gave you this house in her will, and you had a three bedroom ranch house at the age of 21. being an adult sucks. “and the powerlines are froze. until they thaw out, you’re kinda stuck.” jim explained further, and you shook your head. of course. could this get any worse?
“shit. uh.. okay. i guess i’ll drive around town to see if any motels have vacancy. thanks for helping me, you didn’t have to.” you told the chief who could only shake his head and run his hand through his hair.
“save the gas. the one motel in this town is full. almost the whole town is outta power,” jim explained again, bearing the bad news. so the night really could get worse. you cursed to yourself about a million times before jim could only laugh. you looked at him in bewilderment, wondering what his problem was. “you don’t have any friends or somethin’ to crash with?” he asked you, his hands placed on his hips. you shook your head, hugging yourself again.
“nope. i’ve only been here for a year, if you can’t recall my sob story when you were last at the diner,” you explained to jim. you had a bad time shutting up about how you ended up in hawkins, especially when they ask you about how you ended up here. when someone was new to the town, it sparked up the whole entire town. you didn’t stop explaining where you came from for about a month. “i have coworkers, but they have kids and their house is full. that is if they have power. honestly.. i just need a warm shower.” you laughed softly, and jim lightly scratched the back of his neck, almost in thought.
“well.. my place is trashed. but if ya need.. you can stay. granted, i still have power and water when i get back home.” jim spoke. those were the words you needed to hear after a long debate in your mind of where to go. you smiled brightly and looked at jim with probably the biggest smile.
“oh my gosh, thank you so much! thank you, thank you, thank you!” you told the man and hugged him tightly, despite if he wanted to or not. you let him to and looked up at him. “i’ll go grab some clothes. i’ll be back.” you told him before heading inside your cold home. seconds later, you emerged with a backpack full of clothes for tomorrow and your pajamas.
“leave your car here, you’ll be safe.” jim told you. you couldn’t help but laugh and hop in the car next to the chief. the drive to his place was silent. you couldn’t quite place if it was a good quiet, or a bad quiet. but it was definitely an awkward quiet. meanwhile, jim was deep in thought. his mind continuously wandered about whether it was a good idea to bring you to his place or not. the last thing he wanted was to be judged, especially by you.
for some reason, you were never able to escape his mind. those small little talks and bright smiles at the diner did him dirty. maybe that’s why he continues to go there when he isn’t swamped with paperwork. your bright eyes and that widened smile pulls him right back into the diner, always making sure he left you a generous tip. you were young. and see, that was another problem. he was a 40 year old man, watching over the town, protecting it. you were merely 22, high hopes still ahead of your future. and maybe that’s why he has hesitated asking you out on a proper date.
finally, you two arrived at jim’s trailer. it seemed kinda homey on the outside. however, inside it seemed like a druggie’s fever dream. pill bottles, beer bottles, beer cans, dirty clothes, just.. everywhere. you weren’t expecting the chief to be clean by any means (he’s a busy man), but you didn’t expect it to be this dirty.
“s’cuse the mess,” jim spoke before he looked around and tried his best to move some stuff around so it wasn’t so messy. he didn’t expect to bring you to his trailer tonight, but if he had to be honest, he was glad he had the opportunity to. “you can place your coat and stuff on the couch for now.” he also instructed. you looked around and didn’t know what to say. nice place? nice.. bottles of beer? instead, you took the latter.
“uh.. thanks again for letting me stay. it was really nice of you.” you said awkwardly before disgarding your coat and hat and mittens. you placed them on the couch, feeling the warm air. finally.
“course. not a problem. uh.. bathroom’s over there. i’ll let you take the bed tonight.” jim spoke and you immediately looked at him. ‘i’m used to sleeping on the couch, anyway’ jim had said to himself internally.
“no, its okay. i can sleep on the couch, i don’t mind.” you smiled brightly before excusing yourself to the bathroom. you shut the door behind yourself, and looked in the mirror. you didn’t look too bad, but you didn’t look hot either. the stress made your forehead vein pop, and hopefully after the shower it would be alright. you sighed before disgarding your clothes you had on that day and grabbed the pajamas from the backpack, placing them on the bathroom counter. you turned on the water and felt the way the warm water graced your fingertips. ah. not enough hot water, though.
meanwhile, the chief was sat in his usual spot in the recliner. beer in hand, he channel surfed the tv. he was doing well, he thought. refraining from your good looks, doing his best to not stare too long. but.. could you blame him? it was you. and now you were in his trailer in the shower. naked. he tried his best to let the tv distract him from going in there and spying on you. he really was dirty.
finally, you came out of the shower. you were in a white plain t-shirt and some plaid pajama pants. the perfect outfit to keep warm. you noticed jim was sat in his recliner, watching tv. he was still in his police uniform, and obviously.. you thought the uniform was hot. his pants made his crotch area tighter, so if there was any chance he had any attraction to you.. you would know. the unform defined his muscles well, and he always demanded respect in it. you didn’t know, but you knew a power play was hot.
“i’m uh.. done. it was really nice, thank you,” you told jim softly, slowly reaching to couch and sitting down. jim looked over at you and nodded, going back to the tv. fuck, it was going to be awkward, wasn’t it? what could you do to break this silence thing? “uh.. how’s your job treating you? good, i hope?”
“what?” jim asked and looked at you. you shrugged and looked over at him, hoping to let him know you were just trying to start a conversation. “it’s uh.. same old song and dance. how ‘bout the diner?” he asked you, taking a drink from the beer can. he then reached for the pack of cigarettes, lighting one up. another thing you’re attracted to. the way the cigarette was in between his lips. fuck, you really wished you were that cigarette right now. “hello?” jim had piped up again, and you had to bounce back from your trance. you laughed and shook off the thoughts.
“sorry, uh.. was thinkin’. um.. it’s alright. i mean, it’s gotten better. i got a pay boost, and new clientel has been tipping better.” you told him. you smiled over at him, and jim couldn’t help but smile back at you softly. cigarette still in hand, he took another hit from the cigarette, letting the smoke exhale from his throat. he looked relaxed.. but stressed. you weren’t sure what that was, but you knew that he was kind enough to let you stay in his trailer. you shouldn’t pry.
“that’s good. glad you’re getting what you deserve,” jim spoke. a few more minutes and more staring at him smoking the cigarette, he finished what he was doing and stood from his recliner. he shut the tv off before turning to you. “alright, it’s ‘bout time i head to bed. please, just.. sleep in the bed. it’ll make me feel better.” jim ordered you. you sighed and nodded, standing as well.
“i’m sorry, i just don’t want to be a bother..” you said softly before jim could only think, ‘why would you be a bother?’ nope, personal feelings had to stay far away from his mind. “goodnight, jim. thank you again.” you spoke softly and slowly made your way to the bedroom. jim couldn’t help but watch as you walk to his bedroom. those pajama pants fit you well. he shook the thoughts away again and started to disgard himself of his uniform.
you fell onto his big bed. it was massive. it was cozy, and even smelled like him. despite the piles of dirty clothes and pill bottles everywhere, it felt nice. it would feel way better if he was next to you, though. you sighed and decided to try and fall asleep. an hour passes though, and you’re still awake. not only were you in a foreign place (you didn’t sleep well at places you never stayed at before), but your mind was wide awake. it wouldn’t shut the hell up. thoughts of jim coming in here and making sweet love to you wouldn’t leave. you did your darndest to not masturbate in his bed, but maybe it would relieve some pressure.
you sighed and slowly rolled out of his bed and slowly made your way out to the living room. jim looked asleep on the couch. you ducked behind the corner hoping to not wake him. he looked way less stressed. his eyes were closed, the way his belly went up and down from breathing.. at peace. but you could now get a better visual of him without his uniform on. and for some reason.. it turned you on even more. you swallowed past the lump in your throat and swaddled your way back into his bed.
thoughts danced in the front of your mind, not escaping the wandering of your eyes. what if jim came in here? what if he confessed his feelings and made sweet sweet love? you kept thinking of how he would taste on your lips. his beard would tickle you a little and he would taste of beer and cigarette smoke. but when his head ducked lower, the beard would tickle you even more. lower on your stomach, lower above your navel.. lower on your cunt that is aching to be touched. you swallowed and decided to give it a shot.
your hand ducked underneath your pajama pants, circling around the nerve that wanted to be touched the most. you imagined jim’s finger there instead, the thick digits circling around it. praising you on how good you were doing, confessing his love to you. you let out a soft moan, the thoughts swirling around in your mind. before you knew it, your finger danced around your entrance. you entered one finger inside of you, clearly that not doing much. thoughts of him telling you to beg for it, for him to add just one finger.
“please, please, jim..” you sighed out, begging jim in your mind. you didn’t think you would be loud externally, but it was loud enough for jim to stir in his sleep. he awoke to soft moans coming from his bedroom, curiousity getting the best of him. he stood slowly and walked over to his bedroom, almost forgetting you were in there. but the sight in front of him added a glow to his eyes he hadn’t seen in a long time.
sure, he has pleased lots of women in his spare time. but none of them could have compared to you. the way your hand was underneath your pajama pants, the way your eyes were closed with pleasure.. the way you moaned his name. and my, was that the sweetest way he could have heard anyone say his name. it was almost angelic the way you sounded. he had to palm himself at just the sight, but it came to a shock that he was already hard. what did you even do to him?
“please, i need you, jim..” you moaned out. fuck. jim was at a loss of words. he took a moment to run his hand through his hair, thinking what he should exactly do. he wanted nothing more than to replace your hand with his, whisper sweet nothings in your ear.. however, this was different. he had to remember his morals. “jim.. i’m- i’m gonna cum.” you shrieked out. he wondered if this was some kind of trick, and you weren’t really lost in your mind. except, you really were. you were oblivious to the fact that jim was spying on you. you know what? screw his morals.
jim slowly made his way inside the room, trying his best to not startle you. he wanted to surprise you if you really were about to cum to the thought of him. but when you heard footsteps, your eyes shot open. there was jim, standing there. right in front of the bed. had he been watching you? before you could make any excuse, his hand cupped your mouth. you looked at him with wide eyes, honestly afraid of what he might say. what he might do.
“shh..” jim shushed you, his eyes dancing down to where your hand rested. it was still there, but paused. he looked disappointed. “keep goin’. it’s okay.” he had whispered, and you looked at him confused. you didn’t dare question what he just told you to do. your hand started to rub circles at your clit again, that feeling of cumming being lost. you were startled, and you didn’t think you could muster up that feeling again. especially when he was watching you now.
“jim.. i need.. your help..” you whispered at him, looking at him with doe like eyes. the glow in them.. jim couldn’t resist. he slowly took your hand away, and instead replaced it with yours. his large fingers started to dance around your clit, adding that pressure you were so desperately after. you hummed softly, your eyes shutting softly. the same thoughts filled you, but with the man that was doing this to you, it made it all that much better.
“feel good?” jim whispered in your ear. you nodded desperately, your hands gripping at the sheets. you couldn’t control your moans at this point. you opened your eyes and looked at jim.. he was mesmerized by the way you reacted to his touch. he was curious to see how you would do with himself inside you. he slowly laid down next to you, so he had better access. the motions continued, but you needed more.
“jim.. i need your fingers.. inside me..” you spoke desperately, looking up at him. jim could only accept and nodded softly, one finger sliding inside of you. you moaned softly at the way his finger already managed to find your g-spot, it feeling all too good. he thrusted his finger inside of you, of course slow. he wanted you to be prepared for his cock.
“want another one?” jim asked you, and you nodded. he smirked softly before he looked down at you. he was simply drunk off the way you moaned for him. the way you yearned for his touch. “beg for me..” he instructed and you immediately obliged.
“please jim, i.. i need another finger.. need to feel you..” you moaned out, looking up at him. the two of you locked eyes, and you felt like you were about to cum. that familiar feeling was started to rise, but you needed just a little more to help. “p-please. need your finger to cum..” you begged once more, and immediately he obliged. the second finger added more than what you bargained for. you practically came immediately. “f-fuck, jim- i’m.. cum-cumming..!” you shrieked out, your hands gripping at the sheets on his bed. you were full of him.. his bed, his scent.. his cologne.. and now his fingers deep inside you.
“that’s it. you’re doing so good..” jim praised in your ear. he felt himself get even more hard at the way you spasmed around his fingers, if that was possible. his cock now ached for you. he wanted to be deep inside you, claim you as his. he didn’t care how young you were.. at this very moment, you are all he wanted. and will continue to be, no matter what anyone had thought. once you finished on his fingers, he slowly slid them out of you and licked up the juices. he looked down at you, and noticed how relaxed you were. normally, he would just stick his dick inside and be done with it. but it was.. you. no, he was going to savor this.
“jim.. need.. more of you..” you had managed to whisper out, despite how exhausted you were. you really did want more of him. no matter how overstimulated you got, you needed him inside of you.
“don’t worry, it’s comin’ sweetheart. just need.. to savor you..” and before you knew it, his lips captured yours with his. it was deep, hard, passionate.. and he tasted just like you thought he would. except, a more.. whiskey taste. you were drunk off his lips, the two of you moving in sync. your hand had then palmed at his boxers, feeling the way his cock ached for your touch. you were in heaven. “shit. don’t do that. i need to be inside you..” he hummed against your lips, not wanting to stop. your lips were so addictive. they tasted of coffee.. not only were mornings for coffee and contemplation, it seemed nights were too.
you moaned softly against jim’s own, your hands traveling from his boxers to his chest. hairy. but you didn’t care. he was groomed exceptionally well. his hairy chest fit him, and you were glad for that. eventually, jim took things to the next level. he laid you down fully onto the bed, him on top. he broke the kiss to look down at you, his blue eyes meeting yours. you looked absolutely beautiful.. he wanted you to know this.
“so.. beautiful..” jim hummed out softly before his head ducked down to your neck. he left feather-like kisses, before he left some on your collarbone. you moaned softly, before his hands had found the bottom of your shirt. you helped him take it off, and you didn’t think jim could look more happy until now. his head ducked down to your breasts now, twirling one nipple with his tongue. he made sure the leave equal attention to the other as well, making sure you were left satisfied.
finally, he was getting somewhere. you watched as he started to slide down your pajama pants and underwear. he flung them somewhere in the room, looking down at you. you looked up at him in wonderment, hoping he would do more. you nodded up at him, in hopes he would.
“please, jim.. please.. need to feel you..” you spoke softly, and this was all he needed to hear. he disregarded his boxers, leaving him naked in the moonlight. you watched as he stroked at his cock. it was thick, veiny.. it looked like the perfect puzzle piece.
“i got you. you’re all mine,” jim whispered out before spitting on his hand for lubrication, and then slowly thrusted inside of you. your eyes got big, and he wasn’t even fully inside you. “oh.. fuck. i’m not gonna last long.” jim admitted with a soft chuckle. you fit him so well. so wet, so tight.. it was fucking perfect. you are perfect.
“oh.. jim..” you moaned out softly. you looked up at him, watching the way he shut his eyes softly. when he felt you were well adjusted, he slowly thrusted in more. and eventually, slow thrusts in and out. he then leaned lower down at you, hitting that spot so.. perfectly. “mm.. jim.. it feels so good..” you moaned out, his lips captured onto your neck. his thrusts were gaining at a decent pace now, but he didn’t want to just fuck you. he wanted to make love with you. his hands found yours, and he gripped them tight. your eyes were now shut softly. you then realized.. this was the best sex you have ever had. it was more emotional, more intimate.. chief jim hopper really did have a thing for you.
“fuck.. baby, you’re so.. good. so fuckin’.. perfect..” jim moaned in your ear, getting high off of your own moans. the way you called out his name. the way you accepted his cock inside you. the way you wanted him, and the way he wanted you. with these thoughts in mind, he was getting close, and you were too. again. “i can feel you gettin’ tight.. you gonna cum for me?” jim had asked you, and you immediately nodded.
“y-yes, jim.. i’m gonna cum for you.. fuck it feels.. so good..” you had moaned again, feeling that familiar feeling in your tummy. before you knew it, you were spasming around his cock, you milking yourself on his cock.
“shit, baby. so good, so fucking.. good. can you take my cum?” jim had asked you, and of course you nodded. you wanted his seed deep inside you. you wanted to be his, and wanted nothing more than for him to claim you. with that, he felt himself become undone. your scent, your moans, the way you fucking breathed.. it was over. he emptied himself deep inside you, spasming around your own aching cunt. after he was finished, he laid on top of you, but not fully. he didn’t need you to be struggling to breathe.
“jim.. that felt.. so good.” you managed to break the silence after a few moments, and all jim could so was chuckle. he placed a kiss on top of your head, making sure that you knew you really were safe. with him.
“you’re more than welcome to stay again, y’know. anytime you want.” jim had whispered in your ear. that was his way of telling you his true feelings about you. he wanted you. and you were now grateful for those old pipes your mom put on the house.
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who are the 20 f1 meow meows?
max verstappen (fast but an asshole on the track. lives in fear of his cats. winning everything.)
checo perez (might lose his spot. had two separate did not finishes in the same race. kissed another car at the hairpin)
sir lewis hamilton (fashion icon, classiest mother fucker you’ll ever see, knighted, just wants a comeback and to win his 8th world championship)
george russell (walking meme, looks like he belongs in the window of a tommy bahama, says crikey and blimey unironically, the most british person ever)
charles leclerc (the poorest little meow meow, is a millionaire but has a cracked back of his phone, either is fighting for the podium or crashes on the first lap, please dear god let this man win something he has the worst luck i’ve ever seen)
carlos sainz (smooth operator, dunks on everyone’s golf game especially landos, aparently doesn’t eat his pancakes with toppings, drives a volkswagen golf at least sometimes)
lando norris (usually getting told by carlos he sucks at golf, chronically online, has a blanket with george russell’s face on it, gets in trouble for being too sarcastic, please give him a win it’s been 5 years)
oscar piastri (has never once looked like he’s having a good time but almost did once while building a house of cards, hates horoscopes, almost got sued by alpine when he said he wasn’t signing with them after alpine announced he was signing with them, has an iconic mom)
fernando alonso (old man, retired and then came back for some reason, tad villain and he knows it, don’t mention taylor swift around him)
lance stroll (still waiting for his tennis career tbh, his dad bought aston martin to guarantee him a seat, rage monster)
esteban ocon (french, monster of a teammate aparently, once got beat up in the garage by max verstappen, besties with stroll and mick schumacher)
pierre gasley (also french, terrible awful haircut, did i mention he’s french, had his brain chemistry permanently altered by being teammates with yuki, photo dump king)
nico hulkenberg (looks like that one penguin with the weird hair from penguins of madagascar, dad, has raced in over 200 races and never been on the podium)
kevin magnussen (was kicked off haas because they wanted younger drivers only to reappear the next year after they fired one of the drivers for probably funding the russian ukrainian war, once fok smashed a door, has the cutest child)
valtteri bottas (unproblematic king, cyclist, makes his own alcohol, is ass out on netflix and has his own naked calendar called bott ass, mullet mustache man)
zhou guanyu (baby fashion icon, trying his best in a medium shit car, first chinese driver ever in f1)
daniel ricciardo (class clown, made the worst career mistake of leaving red bull and is now trying to get back in, from australia but is a texas cowboy, usually fucking shit up, just wants to tickle his scrotum and touch his nutsack)
yuki tsunoda (wants to chef, was forcibly moved to italy by his team cause he didn’t want to work out with his trainer, short king, usually gets sacrificed to the luck gods, cursed radios)
alex albon (so insanely barbie coded, filmed a cereve commercial in his hotel room with his girlfriend, definitely dyes his own hair with box dye, incredible oldest sibling energy, single-handedly carrying williams)
logan sargeant (what the fuck is a kilometer!!!! only american in f1, usually found in dead last or kissing walls, one of his essential items is heinz burger sauce, says mate with an american accent)
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